Do yer job? Your job ain't to go around takin' over the bloody world an' tryin' to get the rest of us killed! If you can't find anythin' good to do with what you've got, maybe you de-

[Bunny bites his tongue, trying to hold back his fury. there was a little girl who'd believed in the goodness in people, even in Pitch, and maybe he ought to slow down and remember that.

He lowers his voice, rooting himself to the spot.]

Then maybe you oughta've just done nothin' at all.

[Meanwhile, Tulane simply crosses his arms. Pitch isn't the only one in need of an apology, miss 'second chances'.]