Ah, wallowing in self-pity. Such a luxurious habit, Pax had almost forgotten what it felt like. It lasted all of a few seconds. Then he realised that he was in the ruins of a legendary castle, awaiting his doom. Things could get worse, and they certainly would if he showed the other tributes any more of his usually hidden weak side. Pax stood up, rubbing his shoulder again, smiling at Matthias and Celeste. "Don't worry, I'm not usually that insane," he said jokingly. That was actually up for debate. He turned away from the Peacekeeper, trying to control the urge to throw a big sharp rock at him, and caught two other competitors looking at him. He looked away, but his adapted hunter's ears caught their remarks. Yeah, you shouldn't like me. In fact, you should probably keep well away from me. Pax could play this game, if that was what these people wanted.

He saw the guy from 6 watching the girl from 1, saw his scowl. An idea bloomed in his head. "Hey!" he called, motioning to the boy to come over to their group. The more the merrier, and this guy looked like a survivor.