The Hades girl made another snide comment that Peter tried to ignore. It was Adam that Peter found interesting. When he spoke the boy mentioned a certain frozen finess and suddenly Peter knew where he recognized the boy from. The shape of his face and the look in his eyes matched that of the woman that had led Peter to Camp Half-Blood, the snow girl. He'd researched her later. She was his half-sister Chione. She was however a full goddess.

Peter stood up abruptly when Adam mentioned his ability or his curse as he'd come to think of it. He said he trained with a staff and could help Peter but he had no idea, no idea what swirled around in Peter's heart threatening to burst out in every moment. "I don't think a sparring group is a good idea." he said quietly but the others had started to run with the idea and didn't seem to hear him. Oscar launched into a rather inspired speech about giving something your all and ultimately falling flat on your face and learning from the experience. These people didn't know Peter's true problem. It wasn't that he wasn't giving it his all, it was that he struggled to resist putting everything into his fights. He was so angry all the time and he had to be very careful that anger didn't hurt anyone else.

Oscar and Erin adjourned from the group to clear the dishes. Peter turned to look at Adam. He needed to understand just why this couldn't work. Oscar was on board, Erin was alright with it though she didn't seem enthusiastic about anything and Adam had brought up the while wretched idea. "Adam, this is a bad idea." He said it with more force in his voice this time. "You were lucky with your parentage. Snow has a hard bite and a cold embrace but it's always calm. The North Wind that lives in my soul is anything but." He glanced at Oscar as he said the next part. "I don't have a problem with trying with 'giving it my all' that would be so easy for me but I can't. I don't know how far my powers go, how much damage I could do. When I was walking to the Camp years ago the worst storm New York has ever seen blew in to guide me. If I can do that imagine what my unbridled power would do to this Camp and once it gets going I can't stop."

To emphasis his point Peter knelt down to the ground and touched two fingers to the cold tile floor. From his fingers a thin layer of ice raced across the tile crawling up the counters and walls. The windows became frosted and the water in the sink froze. Peter quickly removed his fingers from the floor and as heat returned to the room his ice very slowly started to melt as it should. "That is what happens when I don't put all my efforts into holding it back. How much damage could that do if I let it run wild like Skippy over there is suggesting." He said motioning to Oscar. "I need to calm the storm inside of me before I can even think about trying to control it."