"Or perhaps he doesn't want to believe in them," Bev countered, looking at the food in her hands for a moment. "Life is easier when you don't believe in them." Bev did believe in them, but she had seen how it was for the other kids and the adults who didn't believe in them, and how they didn't have the same sort of fears and terrors that those did.

Leaning forward, Bev just added, in a low voice that was just for her friend. "IT's dumb to willfully not believe though. Cause if you don't believe it means you're not ready when they come after you and that means it gets you and you die."