Anyone who knows Arya Jackson for more than five minutes knows her opinion of the world, and demigods not so fair place in it. Unfortunately, since the war Arya isn't that easy to get to know. To most she's little more than a legend.
Arya is fine w...
"For someone who loves words as much as I did, it was amazing how often they failed me."
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14.
Forced Vacation
ACE WASN'T SURE HE HAD EVER FELT WORSE ABOUT HIMSELF.
It was the way he watched Arya's eyes morph from hope to utter disappointment. Then her panic attack came and not even he could get close enough to her to calm her down. She wouldn't respond to him, she didn't run away. She just started with a blank look on her face as she struggled to catch her breath.
The ship was the most complicated piece of machinery he had ever seen, he had concluded that much the first time he ever walked on the Argo II. Ace was smart but he wasn't this kind of smart. It didn't matter how much he wanted to fix the ship, he wouldn't be able to and what he could do would take some time.
She wasn't blaming him, although he wouldn't blame her if she did. She had just been in denial about their situation. He wanted to bash his head into the very control panel that he couldn't fix.
Leo was gone and Ace wouldn't be able to step up.
Not knowing what else to do he put his back against the warm metal and slid to the floor, a few hot tears of frustration leaving his own eyes as both him and Arya had varying degrees of breakdown in the engine room.
The sun had started to set by the time anyone came and found them. It was Nico, with the rest of the group behind him. It seems that Ace and Arya weren't the only ones struggling to come to terms with their situation.
Nico looked the best of them, and that wasn't saying much. Jason looked more than defeated, he wasn't even able to put on the show of stoic leader for them right now. He just seemed empty. Piper too although her emotions had manifested into red eyes, messy hair, and tear stains down her face. Frank and Hazel seemed troubled and somewhere between angry and depressed.
The room wasn't big, but somehow the five of them managed to find room to sit. They were shoulder to shoulder, toe to toe. But in here the damage wasn't visible, and it was quiet from the flurry of wind spirits who had taken over their ship.
They sat in silence for a long time. Processing, grieving over all the things they almost had within their reach, the boy they lost.
"I'm actually kind of irritated that I'm surprised." Frank said eventually, picking at the hem of his shorts, "I mean after everything that we've had to put up with, I shouldn't have been surprised that we got blown of course to Africa, yet I'm completely baffled"
