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Max: That was actually a very good question, and one Max was still trying to figure out. Max responded in a quiet and calm voice, sitting on the sand, staring out into the water. "I won yesterday. But so did you. And if you won, I have to have lost. Even though I won, I lost. I think that's why I'm here."

Max: Max had been a little down ever since they trained togehter the day before. "Yeah. You don't you care at all? You lost too."

Max: "Yeah, I guess." Ever since he won his first fencing match in second grade, Max never understood the concept of 'everyone's a winner.' It was foreign to him. This was starting to pose an issue as he was really intrigied by and seemed to like Diana, but lost a fight they had (in his eyes at least) and she didnt even seem to care about it. He laid back on the sand next to her, staring up at the sky, not saying anything. He wasn't sure what to say, because he wasn't sure how to feel about anything.

Max: Max still couldn't process what happened the day before. It was the first time he had stopped fighting because of pain. He saw this as letting himself lose. For the first time in his life, Max had felt like he had let his mother down. "I let her down," was all he managed to say.

Max: "You're right, it doesn't. It means never losing. But I just let myself lose. I gave up and ran to the water. I still had options. And if I was only better at casting that false illusion of victory on you, I could have won. Or if I had just moved to dodge the arrow a second earlier. Or if I only didn't get hit by the dream arrow in the first place. Or if I wasn't stupid enough to think flying out of the water would work..."

Max: Max knew that couldn't be true. Only people who lose believe that they can win by losing, he told himself. "The definition of victory is deafeting an opponnent in battle. You were my opponent. I didn't defeat you. So how exactly is that victory?" Max asked this in an almost accusatory tone.

Max: "Victory isn't subjective. You don't decide you win, you just do it."

Max: Max sighed. "Well I don't feel very victorious. Sure, I guess you can show me something."

Max: For the first time in a while, Max smiles slightly. He takes off his long sleeve shirt, wich would also reveal the burn on his arm from training the day before is visible.

Max: Max had no idea what was going on. "Where are we?"

Max: Max took in his surroundings, the distant city, the oddly but beutifully colored grass... He "It's... so peaceful here."

Max: Max wasn't sure if he was able to fly too, so he just stood there. "Where are you going?"

Max: "Uh, oh yeah. Right." Max thought up and floated towards Diana.

Max: "I liked your hair just the way it was before."

Max: Max smiled. "Much. Sorry I got upset before. It sort of just happens. When I don't win, I sorta lose it." Max sighed I know I have to work on it, but I don't really know how."

Max: Max stopped 'flying' and landed. He put his head in his hands "I'm trying, it just... I... I just don't know how." Max was getting emotional, far more than he planned, and didn't want to seem vulnerable, but really wanted Diana's help and friendship.



Max: Max smiled, but only for a second. He was actually struggling to enjoy to moment. "I'm fine with without a shirt. Thanks anyway though. As nice as it is here, do you think I'd be possible for you to take me back to like regular people land? An Apollo kid gave me some stuff that I'm supposed to put on my burn and I don't know how to do it from this place."

Max: Max thought about it for a minute, and decided not to leave. "Oh ok. I just... I feel like I'm bring all of my problems into your perfect world. I don't want to ruin it."

Max: "I like you too." Max leaned in to kiss her.

Max: Max's right hand reached behind her neck, as he ran it through her soft, silky red hair as they continued to kiss.

Max: Max was enjoying the kiss, but curious about what he was in this mysterious world to see in the first place. He pulled back. "You said you wanted to show me something?"

Max: Max wasn't really sure where he was taking him, or what could be on the other side of the wall, but follwed Diana curiously.

Max: Max just looked around, nodding his head. He didn't reaally know what to say. Personally, he saw the whole thing as a bit meterialistic. In his dream world, all he would want were him and his parents just sitting together, talking. But he smiled.

Max: Now, Max officially had no idea what was going on. Max assumed that the adults were supposed to be her parents, but he had no idea who the boy was. It could be her brother, but he was pretty sure she didn't have a full brother. "Who are these people?"

Max: Max had NO IDEA what to say. Max couldn't understand why she would want to be normal, like everybody else. ''Was this REALLY the same girl who just twenty four hours ago was shooting arrows lit with greek fire at him? ''Max realized that Diana may not have been as victorious as she seemed. Max wouldn't trade his parents in for anythng, even if one was a goddess and the other a demigod, and he couldn't see them as much as he liked. Max just stood there, sort of staring at Diana and her dream family, not saying anything.

Max: Max was almost took a personal offense to the fact that she struggled to accept herself and her family, despite how talented she was in combat, and with manipiulating dreams. "So right now, when I'm here as a demigod but we are in you're dream world, are you seeing how normal people live or trying to accept yourself?" he asked this as if she hurt him by saying she wondered about normal life.

Max: Max smiled and blushed slightly at the comment. "So, can we get out of this place and like, live as the abnormal demigods we are?"

Max: Max gave her a small hug, at this point, really just wanting to leave.

Max: Max sat up. "Lets go again. Air Arena. No bows. Melee weapons only." His voice was forceful, almost too forceful.

Max: "No, I wasn't. You want me to be because its easier to deal with me that way. I'm not an idiot."

Max: Max was upset at himself, and deflecting his anger on DIana. "I do, its just, I don't also. I know that you sometimes question if your family is perfect, or if you could have had a better childhood without any of this demigod stuff, but I don't. Without any of it, I'd probably just be another kid on the bench during a high school basketball game. I also grew up being told that the definition of winning is still standing while your opponent isn't, so I'm sorry if a few kisses didn't change my entire outlook on life."

Max: Max suprisingly didn't lash out back. Max had an unconditional, unquestioning respect for his dad, and never once did he ever ask himself if he truely believed any of what his dad said, he just took it as true. He responded more calmly than Diana would probably expect. "I never really thought my dad could be wrong before. I guess at the time a just assumed, considering he met my mom, that he knew what he was talking about."

Max: Max wasn't sure why she forgave him so quickly, but didn't question it. "Sorry for lashing out before. I..." He trailed off.

Max: Max was still upset, but not because he lost. He was mad at himself for lashing out at Diana, and for hurting her feelings. He wanted to go over to her and kiss her, but felt that would upset her more. He just sat where he was, twiddling his thumbs and looking down at the sand.

Max: Max sighed. "Yeah, I know. But I'm mad at me."

Max: Max had no idea what she meant by that, but thought that she would get upset if he told her this. He didn't say anything. He just continued to twiddle his thumbs.

Max: Max knew why. He still wanted a rematch, but would never say that. "I don't know. I just feel like I failed."

Max: "I don't know. I just do. It's not really explainable."

Max: Max wasn't really in the mood for a swim. He sat on the beach, watching. When she didn't come up, he assumed it was either some sort of joke. It was only a minute later that he started to panic. He ran into the water, and swam to where she went under.

Max: Max saw bubbles rising from the water a few feet from where he was. He swam over, took a deep breath, and dove down under the water.

Max: Max took off his ring in the water, and when it transformed into a sword, he cut her free, but he saw her eyes were already closed. He pulled her to the surface, hoping that when her head was once again above water, she would regain consiousness.

Max: Max had stopped panicking, now that she was breathing, but felt he need to get her to land as quick as possible. He swam her body to shore, hoping she would open her eyes in a few minutes, and he wouldn't have to take her to the infirmary.

Max: Max was so happy she woke up. He kissed her, not really thinking about it. It sort of just came over him.

Max: When Max noticed she wasn't really kissing back, he pulled away. "Sorry, I should have thought about what I was doing before I kissed you. I'm just glad you're, well... alive. I... uh... I kinda care about you. I can back off." Max started to stand up to leave, sort of embarrassed.

Max: Max smiled, and sat back down next to her. "Yeah, I'd like that a lot."

Max: "Last time I tried that I didn't really get a response." Max wrapped his arm around her and brushed his lips against hers.

Max: Max coninues to passionately kiss Diana. He still feels bad for lashing out at her, and still wants to talk to her about it, but doesn't want to ruin the moment.

Max: He slides his hand up her back, as they continue to kiss.

Max: Max was kind of suprised she pulled away this time, and even more suprised she asked him this. "No, why do think that?"