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Ish shrugged when asked about thinking all night. "Not really, considering your oh so stellar intelligence you've displayed thus far." Of course he just raised an eyebrow in mocking disbelief when told it was good to have a meatshield and smart ass about, although he didn't call it what it really was. Of course, Sage arrived as enthusiastic as ever while Max hadn't said a word to anyone here. Understandable, considering how royally screwed they probably where with the people going along for this quest. "Dead boy, morning doesn't mean upbeat. It's an indicator of too early for people to be up and about." Of all people to see them off, Ethan showed up practically forcing a gift on to Lucas. It was his winged shoes, from the sounds of things, and he smirked when he said favorite newbies. "Well, thieves son pawning off his shoes as a gift. Hoping to steal them back later, or have you finally gone far enough fairy that you can float without the bloody things? Ethan offers them a gift to help, and Ish goes and mocks and makes jokes at his expense in return. It was a good thing the gift wasn't meant for him, or that might have earned thief boy trying to take them back. Or not, he wasn't terribly receptive at times in that manner.

They all boarded the van that was driving them out at this point, and he half dozed in the farthest back seat he could have gotten to until Coralbrain, in his infinite wisdom, brought up making bets and he smirked. "Five dollars says Ethan wants me dead rather than see me return to camp. What the hell, most, if not all, of that bastard son and daughter camp of misfits and freaks probably want me out of their collective hair for good. Hell, that crippled old freak upstairs probably would be happy to see me gone too, eh?" He returned to his half dozing, putting half an ear to any responses from the others, but otherwise not seeming worried in the slightest. He still half expected to be the one accused of being the future traitor, simply due to his general outlook in dealing with the other campers, and Greek Gods in general. But that would wait until it came up, became an issue, whatever. He was taking advantage of the fact he could catch up on sleep on the van trip, dozing in the hopes of trying to catch up on his lack of sleep last night. Of course some epic quest to save the world, not like anyone would care if they succeeded or even know, would not lend itself well to a good nights sleep, which was why he was aiming to doze, half doze while listening to chatter, whatever he could make work.