You Don't Say! [Tyler]

[Annabeth Chase]

Annabeth sat by herself in the far corner of the amphitheater as high as the seats would go, staring down at where the fire ring was. There was no fire in it now, but it was easy to imagine the dancing flames licking upwards at the heavens. The present state seemed to mirror her mood though. Sure, she’d had Nike try and help, but that had only gone so far really. Well, maybe it had gotten her out of her cabin, but that was about it. She still felt miserable. Then again, it had just been yesterday afternoon that Percy had gone haywire and told her he was breaking up with her. The day before today, August 16, their 2-year anniversary, his birthday.

Earlier that morning, that thought made her all the more sad. Now it was starting to make her angry. How could he be so selfish? He hadn’t even given a decent reason. He basically just said he didn’t want to see her again. The next chapter of her life ended and she was sitting here in the limbo before the next one finally started. And she had no idea what to expect anymore, not that she ever really had. Part of being a demigod, really. Nothing ever went exactly as planned, which was rather a pain for a child of Athena who thrived on plans and strategies. And then there were stupid sons of Poseidon whose only calling in life was to mess it up! Her fist clenched as she glared at the fire as though it had done her some horrible wrong.

She glanced at her watch. It was still an hour before archery. And she still hadn’t decided if she was ready for that. It meant facing people. For the time being, Malcolm, the second longest camper and her second in command in the Athena cabin, was taking over her counselor duties to give her a much-needed break. Well, at least she could count on her siblings not to decide she needed to be called depressing-looking and then practically sat on, among other things. Yes, Nike wasn’t the best at counseling, let alone introductions. She had to give the goddess effort for trying though. Wasn’t every day an immortal took the time to see how demigods were doing.

Annabeth leaned forward on her knees and picked idly at a slowly fraying edge along the bottom seam of her jean shorts. Part of her wished the hour would pass faster, part wished it wouldn’t at all. She was starting to grow tired of sitting - or laying, like earlier - around by herself and was ready to maybe start back up to normal activities. Well, normal activities save for going to meals. Percy was there. And she had no desire to see him and the none-too-pleasant reminder that came with even thinking about it.

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[zeus]

For some reason unknown to anyone Tyler was actually having a very inspired day. He couldn’t exactly make sense of it though as there was a bitterness in the air. Something unknown to him was looming around the camp like wild fire but it was more than that. Tyler could feel it in the air, something that most definitely not right. It was almost like that time Hera had gotten into that riff with Athena. There it was, the key to curing him of his obliviousness. Somewhere an Athena child was suffering, not that he really cared. There was one in particular though that he felt the need to seek out just for assurance.

Tyler hadn’t expected much when he first arrived at Camp Half Blood, in fact he expected it to be nothing short of miserable. It had been even after he had meet Annabeth for the first time but then the dance happened and everything changed. Tyler wasn’t at all the cheesy type he wasn’t going to say there was some spark or something because that definitely wasn’t not it. No, there was just something about Annabeth something he hadn’t seen in anyone in a long time. She was brave, strong and resilient but she was also so much more then that. She was an enigma wrapped in a puzzle hidden under shinning battle armor. Everything about her called to him as the hero he was looking for but at the same time it was just one big warning. Girls like this always got him in trouble.

It had taken him a while to find her, seeing as he refused to ask where she was or even admit he was looking for her for that matter. Tyler had come to learn people at this camp asked way too many questions. Even though he wasn’t sure what was going on the last thing he wanted was to apart of the gossip too. When he did finally find her she was alone and he had to admit he was thankful for it. People were so much easier to deal with in small groups, large ones complicated everything. Idly he decided to light the fire ring as to draw attention to himself. If she didn’t want to be bothered she would continue to stare into the nothingness, not that he would let that stop him. He lit the fire regardless hoping to draw her to him like a moth to a flame. He didn’t really think they knew each other well enough for that to happen but sometimes people were more likely to talk to the ones who know them least. Either way he could tell something was wrong and he wasn’t going to leave the amphitheater until he knew what it was.

472 . Annabeth

[Annabeth Chase]

Annabeth hadn’t even noticed that her gaze had lowered at all. She was too lost in thought to actually notice much of anything, and yet at the same time she was hyper-aware of stupid little things like the pattern that the line of the weave on her shorts made since each thread wasn’t the exact same color as the others. They were close enough not to make much of a difference from a distance, or from even three feet for that matter, but for someone sitting there staring right at it point blank, it was visible. She ran her fingernail across it and let the texture bring out a soft scratching noise without actually doing any harm. Hey, it was a distraction.

Speaking of distractions, a soft snap came as if on cue and she looked up. Tyler had entered the amphitheater while she’d been looking away and was working at building a fire in the fire ring. Well, she supposed she could use some company, and she hadn’t spoken to Tyler since the dance. The dance. Her mind went back to the too-brief dance they’d shared out in the rain and she smiled slightly. She hadn’t felt that… real in a long while. And she certainly hadn’t since. More like a tug-o-war rope, or something like that. She stood up and brushed off her shorts before slowly making her way down to the ground level. A weak smile on her face, the first real one since yesterday, she walked up beside him. “Hey, Tyler. Mind if I join you?”

The dull tone of her voice was disgusting even to her. She hated being like this, but part of her felt trapped. Well, Tyler had been one to help her before, even if he hadn’t intended to. Annoying though he could be when it came to damaging ice sculptures and making snide comments, he did have a measure of grace and charm about him that drew her in. She looked down at the slowly starting fire and kneeled down to pick up a twig. Standing back up, she twirled it idly between her fingers for a moment, glancing at him. “How’s Camp been treating you?” It seemed the polite thing to ask. And she was curious. She felt like it was, to some degree, her personal problem if he wasn’t getting along at Camp well enough. Call it need for a purpose if one felt like it, or perhaps she was a bit attracted to him, but it was just how it was either way. Noncommittally, she tossed the twig into the fire, but not before breaking it into a good eight pieces or so.

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[zeus]

Tyler didn’t know Annabeth very well. In fact he barely knew her at all. She was head of the Athena, a brilliant fighter with a thing for architecture and if he remembered correctly dating that dope Percy Jackson. Other than that he was clueless. Fortunately for him though he was sure the answer he was looking for was in those very few details. Girls were something Tyler knew quite a lot about after having spent most of his life surrounded by them, especially powerful ones. Given the emptiness in her voice and the general ‘I don’t care’ state of her attitude he had little doubt this had something to do with Jackson. He wasn’t one to jump to conclusions though and so he would be patient until she was ready to tell him what the trouble was. It would prove to be quite the task though, patience was hardly one of his better skills.

Forget about that, he told himself. A distraction was what Annabeth really needed, something to take her mind off of what ever had happened. Tyler didn’t want to come off as arrogant but he had always been an excellent distraction. “I would be honored to have your company,” he said to Annabeth with a small smile. Tyler was hardly ashamed to admit that the times he spent with Annabeth were hardly dull. She was a brilliant girl who really knew how to make things interesting. Tyler turned his back to the fire for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the heat on his back. “So what brings you out here on yet another sunny day?” he questioned semi-sarcastically. Tyler liked rain, no he loved rain. He loved the sound of the thunder rolling, the way the lightening could make your breathing hitch for just a second, how the rain could create such a calming rhythm but most of all he loved the rain because that was the last time he had seen Annabeth smile. It seemed like an odd thing to measure love by but it was rain and he had always had a strong tie with it.

How was camp going? It took him a second to realize that would be a logical question to ask considering where they were standing. Especially since the last time they had run into each other he had only just started out at camp. Truthfully Tyler was loving camp, even if he was in the Ares cabin. Sure they were a little rough around the edges but they made things interesting. “As good as can be expected, got into a couple fights,” he said gesturing towards his black eye, “made a couple people angry. A real success I’d think.” He was joking as always but that was the best way to lighten the mood. It would take more than that no doubt but it was worth a try. “How about you? Have you made anyone surrender to your battlefield prowess recently?” She probably did, that was one of the first things he did when he was out of sorts. It was nice to have little reminders that even though something changed underneath it all you were still the same person as before.

533 . Annabeth

[Annabeth Chase]

Annabeth smiled a bit, though the half-hearted attempt made it look more like a smirk. “Is it that surprising that it’s sunny? That night at the dance was the first time I’ve seen real weather in these borders in years. Kind of refreshing, really.” She shrugged. “Fresh air, I suppose. And yourself?” That had been one of the things that Nike had suggested for her at the very beginning of all this mess. There was the fact that she had hardly spent twenty minutes out of her cabin in over twelve hours at the time, but that was beside the point. And when she had first ventured out, it ended with meeting a rather… unusual god, Momus, who had firmly placed himself quite low on her list of people worth hanging out with. Getting back to her old know-it-all self had been a nice change though. That didn’t mean she was attending most training activities though, and she certainly hadn’t sat down to a meal with the rest of her cabin yet. In due time.

She watched him somewhere between thoughtful and slightly calculating just out of habit as he spoke and grimaced a little. The Ares cabin had always been one she’d tried to avoid over the years. And the black eye Tyler now sported - however proudly he boasted it - was just proof that she belonged firmly in Athena’s cabin and not the one across the way. It was strange to think of Tyler in that cabin. He wasn’t the stereotypical hate everyone, know nothing but battle type; he had a softer side, and actual people skills, which was more than the rest of his siblings put together could claim. She smiled and shook her head. “Well, if you call it a success, I’ll take your word for it. Guess our definitions differ slightly.”

Taking a deep breath, she thought back on his question. Everything lately seemed to revolve around the problem with Percy and Luke. Any sort of normal life she might of led either didn’t happen at all or was forgotten in the rush of things as soon as it did happen. “I… well, not much has been going on recently, as far as battlefield prowess and that sort. I beat Harriet from the Demeter cabin at chess, but that’s not really a great battlefield victory,” she said, pulling up the only strategy-related victory she could think of from recent. Albeit, that little match had happened before she’d even left on her quest, which may have been why she was able to remember it. “Other than that, finished some building designs, did some reading… became single again,” she finished quietly. Not like it was news. The whole camp knew, for the gods’ sake. She shrugged it off. “Other than that, same old story.” Her tone was slowly slipping back into the monotone it had held before, and she was finding she didn’t really care. Tyler was one of those select few people she didn’t feel she had to put up the strong seasoned camper who could withstand the world mask for. There was just something about him that made her want to trust him.

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[zeus]

The sun wasn't surprising at all to Tyler but it was boring and he hated it. For one it made it unreasonably hot outside most of the time and paired with fighting the heat was unreasonable. Mostly though there was nothing unpredictable about the sun and definitely no rhythm to it. The sun would always rise, it would always set and always shine. It didn't change though, it was constant much like the god who claimed it. Tyler, however, wasn't at all constant Tyler smiled softly when she mentioned the dance. Girls were very fickle, if she didn't care she would have brushed the statement off all together. Annabeth was different but deep down her mind worked the same way as all girls. The dance had been refreshing she said and that was a good sign for him. Fresh air? That was a lame excuse, they were at a camp stowed away in the woods. Even close to New York their were still always surrounded by fresh air. There was much more to it than she was letting on. "Native American fire ritual," he said prodding at the fire with a stick he had grabbed on the way to the arena.

"They used to say that if you wrote your troubles down and burned them the gods would take away your pain," he said pulling a pad and pencil out of his back pocket. "It seemed to be worth a try." Tyler shifted his weight contemplating what trouble he wanted to ask the gods to get rid of. He could always ask Hermes to watch over him in his travels or Aphrodite to make his heart constant. He didn't though or at least he didn't ask for himself. Tyler bit the end of the pencil contemplating what would even be worth asking for. He couldn't think of anything anyone could or even would give him. He would figure it out though, eventually.

He laughed at her comment about his fight being a success. "It was, I got some respect in the cabin and besides I think it gives me character," he said proudly sporting his shiner. Normally he didn't bruise not easily at least, this was very mortal and very delicate it was a change that oddly he liked. Besides fighting came easily to him and even if he had to hold back it was still enjoyable to be able to go a few rounds with someone ever once and again. "Besides successes are measured differently by everyone, some people might say me meeting you here was a success."

There is was, the one thing he knew deep down but for some reason he wished wasn't true. As much as Tyler was into Annabeth he didn't want to see her hurt, he didn't even really care to see Percy disgruntled for that matter. Not that he knew him personally but he had heard things and losing a girl like Annabeth would drive anyone nuts. He wanted to say something but he knew better then that. If she really wanted to tell him about it she would. Even still he was willing to wait if she wasn't. The most important part those was not stressing her out about it. Wounds like those take time to heal. "I hate chess, I never got over how useless the king is." He shrugged it off, it was a pointless game anyways. Chess was for smart people and people who had nothing to do with his time. Tyler wasn't stupid but he was busier then the average person. "So what do you say? Have any worries you want to throw into the fire?" he asked holding the paper and pencil out to her. Worst comes to worst she could say no, but he doubted it.

643 . Annabeth

[Annabeth Chase]

Annabeth watched Tyler poke at the fire, trying to guess what he was thinking about. He always seemed so thoughtful, something that made him stand out from the rest of his cabin mates as though he was wrapped in neon lights or took fashion tips from Richard Simmons or something. And the fact that he declared he was in the process of some Native American fire ritual made it even more unusual. She wasn’t sure of anyone in camp, or anyone at all, who had any interest in Native American rituals, save perhaps one girl in one of the minor god cabins - she forgot which now - who had a dream catcher above her bed But Annabeth was pretty sure she only had that because of the aesthetics because it was the most overly beaded and feathery thing in existence and perfectly matched several pieces of the girl’s jewelry.

Tyler, on the other hand, was actually talking about something that seemed to serve a purpose, supposedly, rather than just look almost disturbingly… fluffy. She shrugged at the idea of just writing and burning your troubles away. “Hey, whatever works. And what with everything going on lately, anything’s worth a try…” Phobos, Deimos, all these quests all a sudden, including, she’d heard, a death on a quest, and the death in the woods before that. And she’d heard Nick was going through some rough times, and thusly Gail wasn’t doing so well. And a number of other campers were having problems. And, of course, she had a long list of her own. She stayed silent as he pondered what to write himself, figuring it would be rude to interrupt, only commenting after a few minutes wait.

Unsurprisingly, he laughed. It seemed like a lot of the Ares kids laughed at the Athenian idea of “success”, considering it didn’t always involve drawing blood or losing consciousness. She tried to see things from his point of view though. “Well, I guess that’s a victory in itself then, getting respect.” She smiled and added, “And yes, the battle-scarred look is very good on you.” She was teasing for the most part, but figured any kid of Ares would think battle scars were to be coveted anyway. When he continued, though, she had to pause and nod slightly. “Yeah… I would agree on that.” At the beginning of all this, solitude had seemed the preferred plan, but it was things like talking to Nike and now Tyler - unfortunately, she’d still been a little frazzled when she’d talked to Gail - were pulling her slowly back out of her shell that Percy had shoved her in and making her realize that maybe this was better with other people around. Well, certain other people. There were a lot of people that, since Percy had broken up with her and the rumor had spread almost immediately, treated her… very different. It was starting to get really irritating.

She leaned down and picked up a few sticks, taking them one at a time and breaking them into small pieces and tossing each piece into the fire. His comment on chess made her smile as she got to the last stick, glancing up for a second only to look back down at her twig. Snap “A lot of people think the king is weak because he can only move one place at a time. But really, as long as you get a decent strategy, he can actually be quite effective. Though I’ve always found that a good strategy is utilizing the pawns. People don’t expect it as much, but they can be very powerful too.” She tossed in the last bit of stick as she realized she was rambling. Again. “Sorry,” she apologized, looking back up to him.

When he offered the paper and pencil out, she smiled slightly and took it. “Yeah, why not. Does the ritual say if it has to be one thing, or can it be a list, because, I have a lot I need help with,” she asked, half joking, half not. She knew it wasn’t good to ask too much of the gods, so she decided to settle with one thing, which would take some thought. Then she wrote simply on the paper: I don’t know what to do. The bad thing was… it was true. Her world had been turned upside down in the last week. Heck, in the last day. “Everything’s just been so crazy lately,” she found herself saying without having consciously made the choice to do so. “I don’t really even know what to think. What with Phobos and Deimos causing all that trouble, and all the drama here, the plethora of quests going out, that Riley boy being killed to bring Luke back, Percy acting like such a jerk all a sudden, and now this. Luke has left camp, no doubt Percy chased him out, and then without stating any real reason, Percy just cuts everything off.” She ripped the part of the paper she’d written on, crumpled it up hopelessly, and threw it into the fire with much more force than was necessary. “Why can’t things just stay peaceful? Why can’t things ever stay the same?”

Taking a deep breath - finally - she looked at Tyler with a look that barely disguised a plea for help. She was frazzled, she was tired, she worn, and she was emotionally strung out. She hadn’t slept or eaten since the trouble at the lake the day before and she was really starting to feel the effects. “Sorry…” she said a little quieter, suddenly feeling bad for her outburst, however better she did feel for it. She held the remainder of the paper and the pencil back out to him. “Your turn.”

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Annabeth seemed to be slowly warming up to his Native American ritual. It had worked once upon a time, the gods used to be really receptive to these types of pleas. It was like an offering accept you were asking for help. Most gods saw it as a form of flattery and when they found a request worth taking they helped out. It was sort of like a charity even for them, who could help the most suffering mortals. No one ever really said who won. Tyler supposed it was because they didn't want to piss anyone off in the process. "There you go, hope can always shine in the strangest of places." That was about as inspirational as he had it in him to get. Tyler had heard some really good things about hope over the years. He tended to think it was a little over rated but anything was possible.

Annabeth seemed hopeful, so he supposed in light of the situation he should be too. After all, things were going terribly for her. From what he had heard there was a lot of crazy stuff going on at the camp. Apparently the oracle was spouting prophecies like crazy. Which meant people were going on quests like crazy. Tyler wouldn't shocked if someone had died to be honest. With everything that was going on someone was destined to run in a demi-god from the other camp or some monster that wasn't meant for them. Fortunately for them all, the leaders of camp had seemed to survive.

"There you go, you understanding us better all ready," he said with a grin. Respect was very important in all walks of life, not just in cabins. His grin turned to more of a smirk when she said battle-scarred was a good look for him. Tyler had no problem with people telling him he was beautiful it just made things more exciting. "Thanks, I do my best," he teased her. What ever was necessary to lighten the mood he was willing to do. There was no reason to make things worse on her, after all a little bit of happiness never killed anyone. Something about knowing a child of Athena agreed with you made the victory just a little bit sweeter. They were extremely smart and all about wisdom it only made sense that their approval would please any one. "I thought you would." He was sure she would love to hear that. They barely knew each other and yet he was quick to assume she would approve of his ideas. It was the worth the risk though because he knew she would.

Tyler surveyed her contemplative face for a moment. She seemed to have an awful lot on her mind. Not that he expected any less but he could also tell this was eating away at her and eventually she would just crack. "Well from my experience most kings rarely have a good strategy." That was the truth, at least when it came to mortal kings. As far as any outsider could tell the King of the Skies, Seas and Underworld seemed to be doing a fairly good job seeing as they remained in power while only being able to make one move at a time. Truthfully though, the pawns were especially vital to that. None the less, he wasn't about to question her ever strategic mind. "Don't be, feel free to yell or rant at me when ever you please. I've heard it's therapeutic," he said with a shrug. It wasn't exactly like he was going to get mad about it. Her anger was directed at him. Besides that if he did get mad it would be good fuel for later. What better motivation in a fight then taking out pent up aggression.

"I suppose you would just have to write it and find out," he said plainly. There were never any written rules about these types of things, it was a learn by your mistakes type of thing. He watched as she scrawled the words down on the sheet of paper and momentarily wondered what she had written. He didn't press it though, he would figure it out in time. Her explosion of emotions he had to admit caught him completely off guard. Not because he wasn't ready for it but because he wasn't exactly the most emotionally sound person either. "A person can learn a lot about themselves in their weakest moment. Things are hard for everyone, but it's important to keep your head up and your thoughts focused." It seemed sort of helpful and borderline motivational. At the same time it was a complete disaster of advice but that was life.

"Just because everything is changing doesn't mean it hasn't been this way before," he said plainly. "Things always get worse before they get better and peace is always hard to achieve otherwise people wouldn't want it so much." As a supposed son of Ares the word peace shouldn't have even been in his vocabulary. That was what Annabeth wanted though and he felt the need to console her, if only just a little bit. She had a lot going on it was just wrong to abandon her will all those troubles. When she looked at him and he saw the plea in her eyes he was practically heartbroken. Things weren't supposed to be this way. It was true that the best heroes over came the greatest obstacles, but they were still only children and some obstacles were too great for just them.

"Don't apologize," he said nonchalantly. There was no reason for her to, clearly she needed to get all that off of her chest. For a second he looked at the burning paper in the fires wondering what she had wrote again. She broke him out of his daze though when she handed the paper and pencil back to him. "Oh right," he said still at a loss for words. It hit him then though. There was nothing wrong with being selfless and now seemed as good a time as any to put it to the test. Quickly he wrote two words and threw them into the fire. Help her.

1053 . Annabeth

[Annabeth Chase]

Annabeth smirked just slightly at him. He certainly wasn’t like his siblings if he was going to start sprouting off bumper-sticker worthy pieces of advice about hope. “I think that’s just the sun in your eyes,” she teased. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate his positive attitude, not that at all. But on the same token it did feel refreshing to joke a little. Gods only knew how often she used to pick on Percy when they were together; she’d lost count practically the day she’d met the son of Poseidon. That aside, though, she had to agree with Tyler, except that respect was probably the key to understanding what just about everyone sought after. She knew she at least was always looking for it.

She smiled and shook her head. He did have a cocky attitude sometimes, but not of the same type as most other Ares kids, which was nice. “Oh, did you?” She was teasing again, of course, and gladly it was feeling more and more natural now. “So what would you have done if I disagreed instead?” Though when it came back to the topic of chess, which he was making sound more like real life than a game, her joking dropped for a minute. After all, this was something she took a great deal of pride in having studied for most of her life really. “Well, it depends who you’re talking about. There were a number of people throughout history who held the position of king or the equivalent who were brilliant people when it came to strategy. Take, for instance, George Washington, the first president of the United States. He was a son of Athena like myself, you know? Brilliant leader and brilliant man in general. And there are any number of cases like that all the way back to ancient times. Moving just one space at a time only means those who succeed at it deserve a little more respect for having made that one space at a time count.”

Her train of thought was pulled back by the piece of paper and pencil in her hand though. Asking the gods for help. What if this was the one thing they actually listened to? The one thing they, maybe even her mother, would set aside a little time to help her with. How could she word what all she needed help with? There was too much. Make Percy see sense. Make Luke be honest - why did he have to up and leave her silently again. Phobos and Deimos causing all this trouble. So many people in danger and hurting thanks to this impending-… no she didn’t want to call it war. That was too big, too definite. She’d focus it on what she knew. One minute she was scrawling on the paper, the next thing she knew she was dumping all her troubles on Tyler.

Annabeth’s first thought was back to the dozen other times recently that she’d totally lost it. It had always been saved by someone else there helping her with a comforting hug and, in Nike’s case, chocolate - save for the times that she had tried to keep it all to herself for the sake of her cabinmates. She kind of wished for that now - the first, not the hiding, because hiding got old - but that might be awkward with someone she’d only just met not that long ago from the cabin of no-emotions-but-anger-allowed. And it didn’t help that one of the first things he said was that it was important to keep her head up and thoughts focused. Easier said than done at times. But he was right. She couldn’t let Percy destroy her. She nodded slightly, though his advise wasn’t the best to be honest. So basically he was saying just because things suck now doesn’t mean they haven’t sucked before? Well, true enough, but thanks for the reminder, James. She almost rolled her eyes. A little more salt for the wound please? Unfortunately it was cruising toward just making her mad. “We’re demigods. I’ve never heard of such a thing as peace for that race,” she said under her breath, half resigned, half angry. She was done with this discussion. Like the gods would listen to a piece of paper anyway. She’d asked for help any number of times growing up over much more pleasant things burning - one time even a whole cheeseburger - and not much had happened. A piece of paper though? She sighed and held the paper and pencil back out to Tyler. They needed to solve things for themselves.

“I wish we could go back to that dance,” she mused quietly while he wrote gods-only-knew-what on the paper and tossed it in. “Though I honestly was ready to kick your butt for breaking that sculpture,” she said with a smirk at him, “that was the best night I’ve had in a long time. Shame it had to end so soon.” After all, she wasn’t mad at Tyler for all her past problems. She was starting to give up being mad about them since it didn’t do anything. Answered pleas or not, she’d survived, she learned, she’d gotten through. She just hated the fact that they seemed to be on repeat. But just like last time, she would simply find new friends. Luke left, she found Percy. Now Percy -and Luke - left, and here she was chatting with Tyler. History was on repeat, but she would cope. Throwing papers in fires or not.

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