Jason sat on the mast of the Argo II watching Camp Jupiter burn.
Everyone expects him to be upset, Leo's afraid he's mad at him.
The only thing he feels is a sense of relief.
At any other point Jason would've felt disgusted at himself. Horrified that he'd look at his home burning and feel lighter.
But that was before they betrayed him. That was before they abandoned him, replaced him and reminded him he was never one of them.
A good Roman would've gone back, extinguished the flames and take whatever punishment was deamed necessary in silence.
But Jason want a good Roman now was he? Maybe he'd deluded himself into thinking he ever was.
He can hear Percy yelling at Leo and sends a spark to zap him. Percy jumps, both look up at him in confusion and suprise.
"Leave him alone, it wasn't his fault and you know it." Says Jason not taking his eyes off the carnage.
"How are you not upset about this? I thought this was your home." Demands Percy.
"Home? I guess I can't fault you for thinking like that, given your Camp. Last I checked home's don't stab you in the back, leave you for dead and than replace you after you win a war for them."
Percy winces, whether at the words or Jason's tone no ones sure.
"But what do I know of homes." He says wistfully. "No Percy, I'm not mad that Leo got possessed and did something he clearly regrets."
His eyes flicker to Leo, wanting him to know Jason wasn't mad or hurt by his actions.
Before looking back at his former prison and watching it go up in flames.
It wouldn't last, it would be rebuilt and if Jason returned he'd do so in chains and be branded a traitor. Maybe they'd just kill him if the quest didn't already.
Jason rests his head on the mast and looks at the 13 lines of service mocking him on his arm.
"I only wish I'd done it first."