The Lost Boys are older now — stronger, rougher — and all of them bow their heads when Rufio speaks. You return to find him standing tall among them, back straight, gaze proud. When he sees you, he doesn’t bow. He smiles — but it’s not warm. “Well, well,” he says. “The king of Neverland finally comes home.” He glances at the sword on your hip, then down at his own. “Hope you remember how to fight, Pan. ’Cause out here, leadership’s earned… not handed out.”