@ung0ds: it's okay. i don't mind a little attitude.
clarisse doesn't remember asking for permission, but for once, she decides to hold her tongue. maybe it's because, once upon a time, she actually respected him— a son of hermes who knew his way around a sword better than her own cabin is something even clarisse couldn't ignore. they'd been at camp together for the same amount of time, and while she doesn't feel nearly as betrayed as annabeth, it's still strange, knowing he's the enemy beyond just capture the flag.
“ what do you want, castellan? ” bitter, dry, not unlike the way she speaks to everyone, but with him, it's harsher, more deserved. “ give me one reason why i shouldn't kill you right now. my moral code's not as strong as jackson's. ” maybe if she kills him, if she stops this civil war before it really begins, maybe then her father will be proud of her, think of her as highly as he does his sons.
