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Another person's voice spoke in Warren's head. It sounded older if identical to his own. One of them. He jolted and glanced at his classmates. For a moment Warren understood what it was like to be claustrophobic. He grasped his chest and breathed heavy in and out. Warren turned his back on the statue of Ares--looking valiant and terrible--clutching a spear in his hands. He gritted his teeth. The others looked magnificent. The only word his mind could supply to his classmates embracing their true selves. Warren watched them with varying degrees of disgust and grudging admiration.
Warren put his hand over his mouth. He watched Brooke with a new found respect. Reynardine was someone he suddenly felt a connection to.
"There's a lot of baggage between all of us, isn't there?" Warren wrung his hand through his hair. He knew what he meant by that but wouldn't admit it. Warren couldn't put his screaming instincts into words (he was Ares and Amu was Aphrodite and Lexi was Artemis and). That would make him crazy. "Is anyone else feeling kind of... sick?"
Warren put his hand over his mouth. He watched Brooke with a new found respect. Reynardine was someone he suddenly felt a connection to.
"There's a lot of baggage between all of us, isn't there?" Warren wrung his hand through his hair. He knew what he meant by that but wouldn't admit it. Warren couldn't put his screaming instincts into words (he was Ares and Amu was Aphrodite and Lexi was Artemis and). That would make him crazy. "Is anyone else feeling kind of... sick?"
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