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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.