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He observed Sage, noticing he seemed to be growing slightly annoyed at his questioning after he replied about the arena, but his next answer wouldn’t be coming as another entered the area, this one looked older than the rest that were present. He listened to the new male, noting his name was Ethan, shaking his hand when it was offered. “Nice to meet you.” He stated in a rather bland tone, but once Sage answered his question, his eyes began to shine with renewed vigor and his pains seem to fall away, if just enough to allow him to move quicker. “Then, I can find my mom again.. There’s hope” He said out loud more to himself than to those present. “So how do I find the entrance to the underworld, if everything is here.. in America now, that means it is too” His mind working the angles of getting his mother back, and not so much worried about the flame that was now held a by twelve year-old boy.

His mind was set now, wither he lived to tell about it, he had to find his mother and save her no matter the cost or the fights he’d have to live through. He had already killed one tighty-whitey wearing monster? what could a few hundred thousand do? unless they all wore tighty whiteys then it could get embarrassing. He was standing perfectly straight now his body seemingly not in as much pain as it had been, though that was just the adrenaline and excitement giving him something else to think about, it wasn’t like he was trying to be rude or anything of the like, but with a chance to save his mother, a chance to bring her back to life. He had to take it, even if it cost him his life in return. “Look is there any way I can leave camp at all? I mean thank you for uh saving me and taking care of me for three days but…”

He looked off to the side and then back to Sage, and then at Ethan straying from Ishmael a bit if only because the male had bet that’d he die. “My mother didn’t deserve her fate, and it was my fault, regardless of what happens to me I’ve got to save her, if only to give her back her life..” He said feeling his aching return but more promptly in his heart. Why did it have to hurt so bad to know his mother was able to be saved, but yet so far out of his reach, then again even if he did make it to the underworld how would he save her, and with what training. He didn’t know what to think right now, his mind taking the irrational action of wanting to save his mother at any cost, but yet a bit of him knew there was no chance of him succeed specially with how he had only beaten the Minotaur out of pure luck, not out of any natural training. He turned some looking towards a large hill with a lone tree. He studied it, a feeling of remorse seemingly taking him over but not for any reason he knew of, maybe it was a sense of realizing he was half-blood or whatever.