Till I collapse (private for Dylano and myself)

Nathan didn't know what he was doing at the weights area in the arnea. He wasn't the type to work out, just do the physical requirements to stay in shape without pushing too much. But for some reason he was there and when he got there he saw why he felt the unnatural draw their. Chiara was there working out.

One thing Nathan never really told anyway was that when he summoned up a spirit for someone he unnaturally kept a connection to that person because of the spirit. It was like a radar not unlike the prophetic dreams that most demigod had. If the person was in danger he'd just know it was going to occur. If he needed to talk to whether he realized the need or not, he would find them, if he just needed to be near them to some degree he knew where to go.

And now it was happening again and he was here whether he wanted to be or not.

"Rather unnatural that in this bloody huge camp we always seem to find each other without following one another." Nathan said to Chiara. "Not the work out you're thinking" He added shortly after before thing his attention to the climbing equipment and what he called the monkey world of the gymnastics house. He didn't know whether he wanted to talk to Chiara or if he did what it would be about.

Nathan was in the middle of basically being Tarzan, a training he decided to start doing where he used nothing but his upper body strength to sing from hanging poles to be able to support his own body in the event of having to hang on for far too long. Granted it looked like a makeshift trapeze routine, he had a method to hi madness that many would overly simplify in his personal head. He had been hanging in a spot close enough to hear when Chiara asked why he did it. His back was turned to her so she didn't see him get slightly wide-eyed in the realization of what she meant.

"What happened to don't ask don't tell? I thought you'd want to bury it after I gave you the chance you had." Nathan said not sure if he wanted to talk about it himself but at the same time knowing it was going to happen eventually. He had pulled himself up and was doing a handstand on the bar before swing and letting go, landing on one of the ground pads and standing, having bent his knees upon impact to help cushion his fall. He stood, glancing back at her.

Nathan sighed as he watched her frustrated response, not showing a sign of emotion before the sigh. "Because it was the right thing to do." He told her simply before attempting to turn away so that the conversation would drop. He didn't want to talk about this. It just reminded him of something he couldn't fix. Something that he tried to hide.

Nathan was hanging from a bar when she spoke again, having ignored her cliche comment. He had his back to her, about to go back into his routine, when she demanded a more..acceptable explanation than what he gave. He didn't answer her for a second time though..not the way she wanted. "I told you..you don't owe me. You've never owed me. And you should start gagging then." He said to her, dropping to the ground and beginning to leave, he was feeling like his heart was about to race by. His short comings flashing in his mind.

Nathan lowered his head holding back a glare that he wanted to give Chiara for pushing more than he was willing to deal with. "Why can't you just let it go.." He muttered as he shrugged her hand off of him and raised his head, signs of tears trying to break his eyes but Nathan refused to let them fall. He had to keep himself together or he'd never get over it. He walked past her back into the gymnastic room and sat on one of the pads looking down at his hands. "These powers..powers to let people talk to the ones they lost, almost like turning back time...and the one person I want to help...I can't do a fcking thing for..why..?" He said talking to himself, the italian rolling off his tongue as if he had never spoken English before in his life. His voice growing hoarse from trying to stop the tears.

Nathan closed his fist. Glancing up at her then back down at his hands. He realized that she was asking him what he was talking about and he grew silent not sure whether to speak or disappear. "You have the power to raise the dead. Limited, you can do it or you probably know someone in your cabin that can. Have you ever questioned why they don't actively seek out people who have lost someone in war..someone that they didn't get to say goodbye too..and then brought them back so that they could have that chance for closure. Everyday...I wake up and think about, at least once, the one person that no matter how hard I try I can't do that for. And then I hate myself for it..hate who I am because I can help every body except her.." He said, not stating who he was referring to though hinting at the person being close to Nathan.

Nathan grew confused. "Im not in a relationship. People don't care to date children of death, but that's not the point...the point is..I can help everyone except the person I've known my whole life..I ca-cant give my sister the chance to talk to her mother again.."

"Dad told me..he told me that her mother died in a car accident..she was 4 years old when it happened. After I found out I constantly tried to make contact, to find her...But I never have.." He told her not feeling like he was entirely here at the moment. He looked up seeing that they were the only two people there. The red in his eyes fading but still there.

Nathan glanced up at her, not saying anything for a few moments before looking back down, "By the gods I hope so..I feel so useless..." He whispered, loud enough for her to hear but still a whisper none-the-less, laying down on the mat like he never planned to get up.

I feel so useless... Those were the exact same words that had been looming in Chiara's head for a year. You're rubbish. You're good for nothing. It's too late. Don't try. You'll never be good enough. Those words she had been telling herself over and over, ever since it had happened.
For once she could actually relate to Nathan. He had been dealing with this ever since he had learned how to call on ghosts, when she had had that only for a year. You're such a spoiled, spoiled brat.
But there again, not being able to call one particular ghost isn't the same as actually losing a person. Still leaning against the gym equipment with her arms crossed, Chiara looked at Nathan, her permanent scowl receding from her face. He had an angular jaw, she noted.
It just felt really weird, to silently be there with this person she has been hating for the past months, the guy she punched and stabbed and insulted. She took a particular pleasure in fighting and arguing with him because he was one of the few who didn't just start punching and cussing back. He was one of the only people who told her stuff that made her wonder, Okay, what do I say next?
Which only made her hate him more. The only reasons she continued was that it was a challenge to her, and that she was enjoying it.

But now she was just very weirded out about this whole situation. She had never imagined Nathan and her could share stuff like that. Hell, she had never imagined Nathan and her could share anything, period. Apart from punches and cuss words.
The silence was getting eerie. It seemed hours had passed when Chiara pushed her back away from the gym equipment and walked over at a normal pace to Nathan's pad and sat next to him. Not too close, an average person could easily fit between them, but she still sat there with her hands on her knees, interlocking her callused fingers, not saying anything.

OOC: You wanted it to end on a bit romantic-ish note and Chiara silently sitting next to Nathan is about as romantic as she can get right now :p

Nathan remained there, his body turned to see Chiara sitting beside him but he didn't know what else to say. He didn't think there was anything else to say. So he sat up for a moment and glanced over at her before getting up. "I guess I'll see you around.." He told her as he walked to the door. He glanced back at her one more time before unlocking the door and leaving the gym.