In the end he had become that which he hated. Everyone seems to forget that Hook himself had once been a boy. Not an ordinary one, but one chosen by the Neverland. A boy like Pan. He had stolen away and know the singular pleasure of being the island’s darling boy. Until he had killed his own Hook, then the island had spurned him and the fairies brought it a shining new boy after he had grown, nourished on bitterness and unfathomable rage, into the man. Into Hook. You see it’s a cycle. The faces are different and always changing, but the roles remain the same. There must always be a Hook and there must always be a Pan to fight him and cast him down.