[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] Arena  -- Camp Half-Blood
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	The muffled hearing was still bothering Zeke when Demetri started to talk. Ezekiel stared at Demetri with a frown. He thought Demetri might be messing with him but Zeke stared at the demi-god's lips and was able to determine that he was in fact saying words. So, why the hell couldn’t Zeke hear? Was this some sort of after effect of Nancy’s projected yelling earlier?
	Ezekiel looked around, still seeing half the camp around the fire but they were slowly moving on. Ezekiel decided to sit down next to Demetri. He leaned forward on his arms, staring at the dying fire a moment before looking at Demetri. 
	[color=#EEE8AA]”Are you okay? I didn’t mean to just run off well, I did. I couldn’t be around Nancy anymore and I was just pissed over the whole situation. Look Dem, I’m sorry. I don’t know where to go from here. Everyone is saying I was possessed and it wasn’t me but those are my hands imprinted on your neck. I can’t just unsee that,”[/color] Ezekiel said. He looked away, staring intently at the fire as the guilt consumed him. He started tapping his fingers on his leg again to an unheard beat before he shifted his feet and stood, feeling agitated. He sniffed and rubbed a hand under his nose, before facing Demetri. 
	[color=#EEE8AA]”Look, I don’t expect you to forgive me, I sure as hell don’t but I just want to make sure you’re okay. Andy and Arthur are leaving, I can guess how that may be making you feel on top of almost dying today.”[/color]