Pax tore his eyes away from the laughing Peacekeeper, his wary eyes moving from the boy, Matthias, and Celeste and back again. Slowly he relaxed into a less aggressive pose, and shook Matthias' hand. "Pax Darcy, District 8. And if you really don't want to be here as much as me, you'd be climbing the walls too." He smiled resignedly, rubbing his injured shoulder. "I don't know about winning," he said. "But I do want to get home." He bit his lip for a moment as the image of his dad's face crossed his mind. "See my dad again. And my stepmother, half siblings. Maybe not my stepbrother," he added with a small laugh. Pax was starting to relax a little bit, getting back into his usually high-spirited mood. "At least I've kind of trained for this," he mused. "Fighting Hekili all the time really pays off in the long run, I suppose." He grinned at the other two. "You two ready to put on a show?"