In the end, more than half of the Lost Boys decided to leave. As spiteful as their decision made Pan, he recalled the blue fairy's words. You must repair the darkness.
Any retaliation against these deserters could only add to the darkness. Throughout the course of the night, the Shadow returned 8 Lost boys to the world without magic.
By dawn, there were 4, Pan, Rufio, Felix, and the shadow.
"Everyone else deserted me, why have the two of you chosen to stay?" Pan snapped at them over the campfire that night.
"We've been with you for generations, Pan." Felix offered in his low rasp. "Why would we abandon you now?"
"Our time has passed, Pan." Rufio answered. "Why go back to a world we don't belong in? We belong here now."
I watched the waters of Neverland drip slowly down the rock. Once the boys had left, the water had stabilized. It hadn't returned to the natural spring that it once was, but it hadn't run dry quite yet.
"It's so quiet here." Felix commented one day, setting his bow down next to the firepit. "I miss the boys running around and making racket and getting into trouble."
Rufio nodded. "We used to have to climb cliffs and get lost to get this kind of quiet."
Pan took a bite out of the fruit he'd plucked on the hunt. "I'm going to go back. Go throw a party the way we used to."
"I thought you …. Weren't sure how to get back and forth." Rufio offered.
Pan shrugged. "I've managed across a few magical ways to travel between worlds."
"Have you gone across?" Felix asked. "Since everything has happened?"
"Not yet, I was going to go once the sun settled." He looked at the two. "Care to join?"
Rufio shook his head. "I'll stay back and enjoy the silence while I have it."
Felix shrugged. "I've heard your pan pile many times before, forgive me if I decide to skip this time."
Peter nodded. "Just me and my Shadow then."