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"You can't do a cartwheel?" Lex gave Gale a peculiar look, a mix of mischief, mirth, and nonplussed. Every American child grew up how to cartwheel in P.E. class... but then, Gale was no American. "Mom enrolled me in gymnastics when I was pretty young, maybe six or seven? I fell out of practice, though, but I'm sure I can still do a cartwheel, and a back hand spring if I practice enough." Grey eyes twinkled, thinking of the possibilities. Hell, he could develop a pretty unique, dynamic fighting style if he really wanted to.

In a more sober voice than was characteristic of the teen, Lex looked out over the training fields with a soft smile. "You know, maybe this whole 'you're stuck here for the rest of your life, because a dead version of you signed up for a paramilitary organization that fights monsters and demons' thing isn't so bad. I can really learn a lot and mold myself into an awesome person, if I try." His looked back at Gale.

"Anyway, maybe you could demonstrate what we've been talking about? Practice makes perfect and all that s**t, right?"