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".....and your sorry for destroying my convertible wheelchair?" Bronk asked in his normal voice.
I sighed. "Yes Bronk, I'm sorry for that too. Is there anything else?"
Bronk thought about it. "Hmmmmm. No I think that's all." 
Gwen placed her hand on his left shoulder. "Good. Now Bronk, are you going to stop with the fake accent? I think your normal voice sounds great."
I nodded. "Yeah, you already have an accent, I don't see why it needs to be a weird Steve Irwin expression."
Bronk lowered his head to the ground. "Okay. Its just..... y'know. I just want to stand out. My real name isn't even Bronk. I just made that up."
Gwen and I looked at each other. "Wait what?" Gwen exclaimed. "What's your real name then? You know it's illegal to lie to us when first entering camp, right?"
Bronk shrugged. "Well I didn't know that when Sam first brought me to camp. I just..... saw a chance to have a fresh start. So I picked Bronk, since it sounds cool. My real name is..... John."
I forced myself not to laugh. Cool is not a word I would use to describe the name 'Bronk'. "That's a cool name, John has the same name too." 
Bronk gave me a side eye. "I know your talking about Praetor John, but John is the most basic name you can have. We have, like, a thousand John's in New Rome." 
Gwen shrugged. "Yeah he's not wrong. What about your last name?"
Bronk shrugged. "I don't know. I'm an orphan, just like Max."
Gwen and I nodded in acknowledgment. "Yeah, I forgot about that." I said. Hearing Max's name reminded me of the dream I had. The girl named Selina from Camp Half-Blood.......
I was prepared to call out to Percy as a question formed in my mind, but Gwen had other plans.
"Go Bronk, thanks for talking to us. But Reyna and I have some issues we need to work out. I want extra tomatoes on my burger." She said as she patted him on the shoulder.
Bronk shrugged. "Okay, weirdo." 
He walked off towards the group, while Gwen and I sat together in silence.
"So...." Gwen said, hugging her legs.
I readjusted myself on the uncomfortable rocky surface we sat on. "Gwen..... You should know how I feel. When we connected."
Gwen shook her head softly. "No, Rey. I need to hear it from you. In your own words."
"Why?" I asked her. "If you know already."
"Because none of this would have happened if you had just talked to me. Our fight. Your fight with Jason. If you had just talked to us, then we wouldn't need to have this conversation. Instead you vented to someone else, never addressing the issue, until it boiled over." Gwen explained. She dropped her legs and began playing with her necklace. "I NEED to hear it from you." 
I dug into my pocket and mistakenly pulled out Jason's coin. I had avoided summoning the coin so he wouldn't be unarmed. I stuffed it back into my pocket and sighed.  "I'm scared." I told her.
Gwen placed her hand on my own. "Why?" 
I felt chest tightening again, a sensation I've become accustomed too. "Because...... How do you tell someone you love that you have a problem with them? Y'know? My dad just..... yelled at me and my sister. I didn't want to yell at either of you. So I yelled at Max, because it wasn't about him. He listened and gave the best advice he could, but I was too scared to tell either of you."