The day Jason Grace died, Artemis was charged with the task of delivering solemn news to her favourite lieutenant. She did not know the boy very well, but knew Thalia cared for him greatly, and dreaded telling her sister about their brother’s death.
The day Jason Grace died, Thalia Grace cried for the second time. The first time she had truly bawled her eyes out was when her mother left Jason at the Wolf House at age two. Now, she felt the pain of losing him yet another time, this time knowing he would never come back. She had lost her brother for so many years, when she finally saw him again, she tried to spend more time with him, and they became as close as peas in a pod. Now her brother was dead, and would never come back.
The day Jason Grace died, Percy Jackson mourned. He and Jason were close friends, having bonded while on the Argo. He regretted the fact that he and Jason weren’t close when they first met, he even had a small rivalry with him. Nevertheless, Percy missed his bro, with whom, he had, according to Annabeth, a ‘budding bromance’. Jason was kind, and most definitely did not deserve to die, but the three sisters had made their decision. Jason was never coming back, his bro was gone.
The day Jason Grace died, Annabeth Chase felt empty. She had distrusted Jason for quite a while on the quest, thinking that he was too perfect––in looks and behaviour. She had expected him to betray them at first, and regretted the distrust she had harboured against the Son of Jupiter. He had definitely saved her life at least once on the quest. He was honourable and strong, but also dead.
The day Jason Grace died, Hazel Levesque was upset. She was not as affected by his death as Percy and Nico, after all, she hadn’t really known him well before he disappeared. She missed him anyway, he had been soft-spoken and humble during the journey on the Argo II. Although she wasn’t the closest to him, she had admired his confidence, and personally found him quite sweet. But now thinking of him made her feel helpless, as even the most honourable of warriors was dead.
The day Jason Grace died, Frank Zhang cried. He had always admired the son of Jupiter, as he had a good sense of honour, and a very strong moral compass. They didn’t talk much during their time on the Argo II, but Frank still mourned his friend. In his opinion, Jason did not deserve to die, but when did the fates care about demigods’ opinions.
The day Jason Grace died, Nico di Angelo was aching. He knew when Jason died, he felt a stark hurt within his chest. Jason was the kindest person, the most accepting. When they had encountered Cupid, Jason had understood him and he had even kept his secret and waited until Nico was okay to tell the rest of the seven. He felt empty, like when he had been in the Bronze jar. When it was revealed that one of the seven had to die, he was worried about Jason. When he survived, Nico couldn’t deny it, he was grateful. But now, he was dead. It was expected to happen, sooner or later, as demigods normally had short lives. Nico just didn’t expect it to happen so soon.
The day Jason Grace died, Leo Valdez let his calm, humorous facade crumble. Jason was dead, Blonde Superman was dead. He hadn’t even seen Jason, since his sacrifice to save Gaea, and now he had gone without letting him say goodbye. The fates were cruel, twisted. Leo would have given anything to save Jason, even his own life. Jason supported him and was so kind to him. Even when Leo had attacked Camp Jupiter due to eidolons, Jason had never blamed Leo. He wished he could have another day, hour or even second with Jason, if that meant that he could say goodbye. But it was too late. Lightning Boy was gone.
The day Jason Grace died, Piper McLean had a hole in her heart. Jason was dead. Her sparky was gone. Piper repeated to herself that Jason was not dead. She refused to believe that her ex-boyfriend was gone, and regretted breaking up with him. She missed him so much.
The day Jason Grace died, Piper McLean’s spirit finally broke. She was tired of this, tired of it all. She wished that she hadn’t broken up with him. She was in love with him from the moment he saved her at the Grand Canyon. Piper wanted to fall on her knees, and die. She wanted to mourn and mourn, but she couldn’t. That was not the life of a hero. She knew it wasn’t her fault. But she knew whose fault it truly was.
The day Jason Grace died, Piper McLean filled the hole in her heart with anger. It was all Apollo’s fault. He had asked Jason to come along on the quest. Without Apollo, Jason would have remained in his dorm room, planning playing cards and shrines for minor gods, and she would be safe and sound with her father, not on the beach kneeling over the remains of her dead ex-boyfriend. It was all Apollo’s fault.
The day Jason Grace died, Piper McLean let emotions cloud her head. She was a child of the goddess of love, and had prided herself on not letting her emotions get to her head. But love and hate were so similar, her passion for Jason turned into passion against Apollo. She had harboured up so much anger against him. Why couldn’t they save him? Why not find the Physician’s cure again, why not open the doors of death to let him out? Anger clouded her mind, blurring the line between right and wrong. She missed him so so much, and just wanted him back. But time cannot be reversed, and neither can death.
The day Jason Grace died, a legion lost an ex-praetor, a cohort lost a member, the fates started eroding the seven, a hunter mourned like never before, dozens lost a friend, the dove and the forge lost their friend, two camps lost a warrior and the world became a bit more unsafe, with the loss of a hero of Olympus.
But the day Jason Grace died, he smiled a small smile. He had given himself up for a noble reason and would now be able to watch over the seven. Besides, he had lots of heroes to meet.