"we aren’t angry at you, luke," thalia says, though she can audibly hear percy scoff from behind her. she turns her head just long enough to give him a sharp glare before facing the other again. she remembers how he used to look— skin warm and full of life. now he’s pale, almost ghostly, and his eyes are so much darker. this wasn't the luke she knew. but a part of her still hopes that the boy who made that first journey to camp half-blood with her is still in there. "if you just come back with us… things will be different." she begs, her voice cracking. maybe it was naive of her to think the gods would allow him back with open arms after all that's been done, but she couldn't help but have hope despite knowing what will probably come.