"Fair enough, then." Zeke responded, as the two of them left the medical wing. A few seconds after they left, he glanced at her.

"...hm." he mumbled.

"Your soul is... well, it's interesting." he commented. "Even though the core is the same, I can see your... well, I guess your spiritual aura... is always changing." he told her.

"May I ask why that is?" he asked.

"Do you have some kind of changing ability?" he asked further.

"Or, to be more blunt, but not to sound rude, what ARE you, exactly?"

Zeke raised an eyebrow.

"Is that a problem?" he asked.

"A soul is a soul. It's just that, depending on the individual, it can reveal certain things." he said further, before pausing and thinking about it. "...though, thinking about it, I suppose I could have worded that better." he admitted.

"Basically, your soul revealed that you were changing who you are an awful lot. Or you are. I don't know your status on that." he said.

"But I'm... sorry if I revealed something... troubling...?" he then apologised.

"I didn't think that was a sore spot..."

"..." Zeke was silent for a moment, upon hearing that.

"I see." he said. "I think I can guess where you're going with that." he lamented. "And it angers me. Deeply." he growled lightly, clenching his teeth a little afterwards.

However, he then forced himself to take a few breaths, calm down, and sighed.

"Sorry. I get riled up a little easily." he apologised.

"Comes with the territory, I suppose." he said further, thinking about it, and then looking back at Sabrina.

"Oh, and I'm a nephilim." he revealed. "Son of an archangel and a mage." he revealed further.

"I know what you are, only fair you know what I am." he reasoned.

Zeke thought about that for a moment.

"Uhhh... in some ways." he said.

"Like, I can do things he can't do, because of my mage DNA, but... when it comes to archangel stuff, he's stronger. Definitely." he told her.

"Then again, I think ARCHANGEL nephilims are different than... uh... well, other nephilims." he then said.

"A neph is rare on its own, let alone the spawn of an archangel." he chuckled.

"I think I'm just a special case."

Zeke sighed as well.

"I am the only archangel nephilim, yes." he stated.

"...though I do know of an archDEMON nephilim..." he then admitted. "But he's another story altogether." he muttered, clearing his throat a little.

"But I am alone. I don't feel lonely, though." he assured her. "Honestly, I don't get hung up on WHAT I am." he admitted. "I was raised to believe that what I choose to DO with my life defines me." he added.

"...but that may sound preachy..." he then said sheepishly.

"That tends to happen with me..."

"That is true." Zeke admitted.

"And it's sad that the community thinks that way of all shifters." he commented. "...I mean, granted, from what I've heard, about 85% of shifters are troublemakers, yes, but... well, I try not to make assumptions." he told her.

With that, they continued their tour, and he showed her where things were... her dorm, the cafeteria, various other things, before stopping at the fitness centre.

"And here we are." he declared.

"Cardio? Muscle-building? Anything else? We got it." he chuckled.

"A great place to destress, or just get a workout in."

"Well, if you DO, remember these blue tiles on the walls." he told her, gesturing to one.

"Press your hand to it, tell the AI where you want to go, and arrows will light up on the floor, directing you to your destination." he said.

"...yes, it cost a lot of money." he then confirmed. "But damn, it's been worth it. Seriously, it's amazing, and it's helped out SO many people." he continued. "Agent Sharp says it was worth every penny." he added.

"But yeah, remember the blue tiles." he reiterated.

"And enjoy your workout." he continued.

"Was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sabrina." he finished with a sincere smile.

Zeke smirked in response.

"Good to know." he responded, as he headed off, waving at her as he turned a corner. She waved back, and then stepped inside the fitness centre, looking around and seeing it was VERY well stocked. They weren't kidding when they said it could provide whatever workout she desired.

She also noticed that it was not very busy at the moment, but that could have been attributed to it being mid-morning. People that liked to start a workday with a workout probably had done so already, and had left.

In fact, the only other person she saw was a young man with short brown hair, relaxing in one of the hot tubs in the 'cool-down' area. He was sitting in the hot water, leaning his neck back on a waterproof cushion that was there... and she swore she saw snakes around his head?

No... they appeared to be coming out of his hair.

He waved back, and the snakes that had been slumped down, seemingly relaxing as well, slowly lifted their heads up and looked at her, as the male yawned slightly, and chuckled.

"Yep." he replied.

"They're snakes. Each with their own independent thought, too." he told her. "No hive-mind mentality here." he declared in a faux-triumphant tone, before laughing a little once more.

"Oh, sorry, I don't think I've seen you around here before." he then realised.

"Are you new?" he asked.

"Name's Ilias. Ilias Nicolo." he introduced himself, as the snakes darted their forked tongues out towards the newcomer.

Ilias raised an eyebrow when she said that, before blinking a few times and clearing his throat.

"For starters, go ahead." he offered. "Sit down here, join me in the tub, whatever you feel most comfortable doing." he told her. "It's co-ed so... yeah." he chuckled.

"And I'm surprised you were able to identify my accent so quickly." he then commented. "Many people notice it, but few can actually PLACE it, let alone so quickly." he went on.

"But you ARE correct. It IS Greek." he confirmed.

He then smiled a little, and readjusted himself so that he was sitting a little more straight, and could look at her better while they spoke.