[     ...     ]               𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃   𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄   prepared   them   for   this       —     simmering   hit   that   peels   at   their   skin,     dread   bubbling   in   their   stomach,     threatening   to   spill   and   suffocate   whatever   is   left   out   of   their   lives.     shortlived   as   it   has   been,     at   least   it   was   worth   while     ...     at   least   he   was   spending,     what   could   very   much   be   his   last,     dying   breaths,     with   his   hand   tightly   claspted   around   @achespink's   own.     tartarus   is   worse   than   any   hell   mere   mortals   could   have   conjured     :     and   they   were   stuck,     perhaps   even   for   all   eternity.     damnation   underneath   their   feet,     the   scent   of   rot   lingering   through   the   air   a   remembrance   of   who   they're   going   against.     he   has   gone   cold,     fractions   of   himself   breaking   the   longer   they   stays   buried   within   hades'   abyss.     flickers   of   light   no   longer   linger   along   emerald   greens,     with   percy   staring   back   at   her   as   a   semblance   of   everything   he   has   been   casting   to   his   shadow.     all   the   rotten   spoils   of   himself   he's   refused   to   show.     all   the   bits   and   pieces   that   would   have   many   consider   him   as   a   villain.     "     we   have   to.     even   if   it's   the   last   thing   i   do,     i'm   going   to   get   us   out   of   here,     "     if   not   him,     at   least   her.     a   squeeze       —     silent   reminder   that   he's   still   human.     most   of   him   is.     "     no   one   is   going   to   stop   us.     no   one   will   dare   to.     i   promise,     "

the sisterly affection is ... foreign, to say the least. her expression is pinched with tears, though her eyes are wide. the tears continue to spill, despite nayeli's kindness. nothing brought this on -- simply overwhelmed, too much all at once leading to her hiding away. "um ..." sniffle. "th - than-nks. i ... y-y-you'r-re reall-ly n-nice."

annette is, frankly, still adjusting to the whole hey actually the one parent you had isn't actually your parent thing. add on the fact that her real mother is actually some ancient deity? she's struggling, to be sure. the small demigod has spent most of her time in the strawberry fields, picking fruits & weeding the gaps between. crashing in the hermes cabin for the time being also has her nerves fried, so she can't help jumping when she first notices nayeli putting something in her hair. (granted, with the texture of her hair, the flower just sort of stays there.) pale hand reaches up, before a quiet oh! escapes her. "um ... th - than-nks!"

annette adjusts her glasses, shifting worriedly. make sure she's okay? that's odd. the child of hestia looks wide-eyed at nayeli, fingers fiddling. "i ... m'f-f-fin-ne." the hermes cabin is a temporary measure, she was told, till they've got something for her. but it's a lot, with all the other campers & their loud, mischievous manners. annette wraps her cardigan around herself, chewing on the inside of her cheek. "th - they'r-re, um ... a l-lot."

another nosebleed. she's starting to wonder if someone in the hecate cabin has cast some sort of jinx on her or something. why they would is another question, but it's still a possibility. "it -- it's f-f-fin-ne -- s'j-jus - st a ... um. a n-nos-sebleed." one hand is still attempting to staunch the blood, but she attempts to give nayeli a reassuring smile. it's probably dampened by the active bleeding, but that's all right. "th - they j-jus-s' ... um. h-happ-pen, s-s-som-met-times."

          plan  ?  never.  he's all impulse,  no control,  action before emotion before thought.     "     but i didn't  !     "     while true,  he's running on pure adrenaline and little else.  life and death hardly matter to a man that walks the line in between every day.  he twirls his black sword,  then runs the flat side over his jeans to wipe off the gore and sheathes the weapon.  not a perfect clean  —  it'll do for now.     "     are you hurt  ?  i won't apologize for recklessness,  but i will for collateral.     "     there's honesty in his dark eyes when he looks at @achespink,  a sincere acknowledgement for the faults he choses to claim,  and a dismissal of those he doesn't.