"Hm. Guess not. But they are where I'm from," Rufio shrugged and looked away. He didn't know what to do about her resignation, but she seemed ok with what had happened. Plus she didn't mind growing up, so it was probably easier for her to be stuck here. He wasn't going to try to understand her or any other girl around.
When she got upset with him he still looked away, letting her say her peice and then shrugging. "Staying alive is winning, because then the others are dead and you get to live in peace," he said, moving closer to the edge of the building. He drew his sword and held the blade out in front of him, examining the golden weapon and remembering how many pirates it sliced through. There were a lot of memories in the reflection of the metal, sometimes he almost thought he could see them. Like shadows in the corner of his eye.
"If it's not a game, what is it?" he asked, turning the blade and then stabbing it forward into the air before flipping it up, watching it arc and then catching it by the hilt again. "Some of us get blown up by cannons or shot or stabbed or hanged. Some of us die other ways when the pirates capture them and get bored. But I'd never surrender, and niether will of the others, no matter who they decide the next Pan should be. We're the Lost Boys and we'll fight 'til we win or lose. If I can't be home with them, helping there, then I'll fight the pirates in this City. And that's how I'll die, crossing swords with the Mayor or anybody else who steps forward to lead the bad guys around here."
He did look over her when she mentioned fighting, and grinned. "You can fight with me, if you want. We'd probably make a good team, and when you fight with friends it's easier to stay alive longer."