Camp Gym; Late Wednesday Morning.

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He'd been up so late last night, trying to sleep but unable to until he exhausted himself to the point of practically passing out from crying and trying to keep it quiet so no one else in the cabin noticed it, that Cal thought about just skipping the workout thing all together. But the fact that he had been up all night for crying seemed to only convince him that skipping the workout was the last thing he could do. He felt drained and ridiculous and tired, emasculated and embarrassed, and, as usual, thought that somehow working out could make up for it.

If anything, though, it always did make him feel at least a little better.


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"That's a pretty shitty destiny," Cal observed, quietly weighing it against his destiny of forever being a complete and utter emasculated fool.

He'd rather take the bugs.

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John could imagine worse than the bugs. "Maybe it's the Earthside version of one of those layers of hell."

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Earthside? Cal couldn't help but wondering, and his head tilted a little as his weights steadily kept rising and falling behind him as he pushed the bars forward and back.

"Nine layers of hell, according to Dante," he mused. "I don't remember anything about bugs in any of them, though."

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"Well, it's not like Dante really knew, right? Just a guy with some ideas and a lasting writing style," John said.

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"He could have known," Cal reasoned. "Who knows? He could have gone to school at a place like this, and the historians just didn't mention it."

Really, Cal had no strong feelings either way on the matter, but, in his apathy, as far as John was concerned, he tended to be antithetical without even realizing it.

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John shrugged, "Guess there's no way of knowing without going back in time. There could be some truth to his stories, but I'm happier with fiction being fictional. Real life's messy enough already."

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And even if he had been trying, Cal couldn't be antithetical about that. He gave a soft grunt of a sound in agreement, but wasn't about to elaborate any more on the agreement other than establishing that it was there.

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Focusing back on his task of running as hard as he could for as long as he could, John was glad Cal apparently saw his point, even if his point sucked.