No regrets :)

Pitch smirked to himself as he reclined on the black leather chair. He wasn't sure when it had gotten there- things in his realm had an odd habit of appearing, disappearing, shifting, and all manner of strangeness. This chair was comfortable, however, and he hoped it would remain.

Above him the fairies in their cages had finally fallen silent, and the lights on the globe were flickering ominously- poor, foolish Jack Frost had walked right into his trap. In a few minutes he had to go to Antarctica to try to talk to him- the boy was powerful, after all, and would be a useful ally- but for now he was content to relax...

A quiet snicker from one of his nightmares startled him out of his cosy reverie, and he scowled at the offending creature, before relaxing once more.

"I've paid my dues," he told it softly, and it took a nervous step backwards. "Time after time. I've served my sentence... but committed no crime." In a single, dramatic movement he pushed himself to his feet and met the nightmare's gaze full on. "And bad mistakes... I've made a few." The fairies above him were beginning to rustle, some covering their ears with their tiny hands, others peering down to try and see what was going on. More nightmares were arriving, watching from the archways at their master's strange display. "I've had my share of sand kicked in my face, but I've come through!" The nightmares reared up, and sang as one:

"And we mean to go on and on and on and on!" Pitch leapt onto the globe and turned to face his army.

"We are the champions, my friends! And we'll keep on fighting till the end!" A chorus of whinnies greeted his words. ""We are the champions," another leap had him clutching the bars of the one of the cages, his grin manic as he eyed the terrified occupants. "We are the champions, no time for losers, 'cause we are the champions," he let go of the bars and fell back onto the sea of nightmares. "Of the world!"