Blinded By Our Own Flaws

~Two~

"That's the thing about flaws, we're all blinded by them."

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The camp van was luckily pretty big, but with all the demigods packed together in a car, it wasn't long before they had to stop and get a new vehicle.

The Stolls were skilled thieves, and they were on the road in a stolen truck quicker than you could say 'Hermes'.

Conner was driving, Katie and Travis settled down next to him as the rest road in the bed. Percy had his arm around Annabeth, and the blond was sleeping with her head on his chest. Grover had his horned head resting on Percys shoulder in a surprisingly comfortable position for them both. Nico and Will were asleep cuddled close together, as Thalia stayed up across from Percy to talk to her cousin.

The stars were bright that time of night, the moonlight glowing softly and lighting up the road. Both cousins sat in silence for a while, keeping watch in case a monster was going to attack.

Finally, Percy broke the silence as he gazed up at a familiar set of stars. He tried to smirk, but there was obvious pain in his eyes. "You know, she would've probably figured it out by now."

Thalia knew what constellation he was talking about without the need to say it out loud. She looked over at the huntress constellation. "I wish she was still here. I wish they all were,"

"Me too, Thals," Percy said softly. "It just seems like with all the wars, things have been getting worse and worse. Everyone who died knew what to do, we don't."

No one said anything for a long moment after that, both knowing what the other was feeling without having to say it.

That was one of the reasons the Greeks managed to stay immune, or some of them at least. The romans were quick to go because they didn't feel anything at all. More looking at flaws than feelings with them.

But then again, that was another reason why the Greeks had been down quick too. Not enough flaws, too much feeling.

It was almost funny how different the two types of demigods were. Some felt nothing at all, while the others felt too much. Too much pain and heartache to handle, not enough joy or happiness to live for.

Yeah, funny. So pathetically funny you wanted to laugh that way you wouldn't cry. The type of funny Percy knew all too well.

"The disease doesn't spread like most, you know." Thalia locked eyes with Percy, interrupting his thoughts. "It doesn't spread the way a virus does, it doesn't spread at all. Instead, it's whenever your fatal flaw gets in the way. If it acts up, if someone is even mildly annoyed by it, the virus comes in."

"So whoever created this virus, he—or she—is trying to erase the flaws. Or worse, make us blind to both ourselves and each other's," Percy agreed. "And I have a feeling not all of us will figure out who started it,"