Belief was stronger here than Tooth had first expected it to be, that was true, but that didn't mean it wasn't in a fragile state of being. Was Pitch also aware of that? How could he not be?

Her feathers raised and her eyes narrowed, Tooth flew nearer.

"What will I have, then, Pitch?" Her wings beat furiously at the air and her fairies joined her, looming overhead, a chorus of discontent. "The Boogeyman on the loose, free to spread fear as he pleases without anyone to tell him when enough is enough? NO!"