Sometimes, Marion questions himself as to why he puts himself in a mental state of torture all the time. Being a demigod - or discovering the fact that he was a demigod has taken some a serious toll in his time. Before then on, he only did study about life during Sundays to Mondays, and the rest of his time would be taking a look at some cheap deals at the department store.
Now he was in a summer camp in disguise made to train uneducated demigods such as himself, and boy was he feeling the pressure of it all.
Not only was he terrible at typical heavy weightlifting, but other regular camp activities such as riding a damn winged horse or climbing a rock wall spewing with LAVA.
He knows he shouldn't take it hard on himself, since he was a bit of a newbie at this demigod hero shnazz, but the fact that he was so incapable of doing basic training... it just set his mood down for a little while.
So he had decided to slave himself with learning more about the topics of Greek Mythology. In most cases, intellectualism has saved the world billions of times! Brains over brawn was what the damn world was all about.
And with that, Marion sat down on a lonely table ridden with different sizes of books with different types of topics relating to Greek Mythology and read on and on, maybe stopping for a little while to stretch and relieve himself from butt cramps.
He dosed himself with ears filled of music and listened non-stop to artists of various genres, and relaxed himself as he flipped through the pages filled of naked people with strips of fabric to cover themselves up.
Marion was in his element, and he really wouldn't want it any other way.
"Hermaphroditus, the god of bisexuality and hermaphrodites. Heh... sounds like my kind of deity" he commentates to himself in a hushed toned and continues to read more.