Percy hadn't talked that day. He had been looking outside his window, having flashbacks.
He knew Milo haven't meant to hurt him. It was just his job working for skin taker and all.
He probably liked Percy.
The young boy smiled at the thought, but it slowly turned back to a frown as he thought about how he had to die, not being able to say any last thing to the crew.
He walked out of his Room for some fresh air.
Janice was standing there, leaning against the side of the ship. Her hands were dipped in the water as she tried to play with the fish through the cracks of ice.
He walked beside her and huffed a breath of cold air, he tried to put on a smile, thinking she hadn't found out about Milo.
"Hey, Percy..." she didn't look up, but did take her hands out of the water to warm them.
"Janice..." he looked down at her. "You seem odd today, something wrong?"
"You seem the same way too. You know what's wrong." She leaned on him and Percy wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a warm hug. "I'm okay. It's okay to feel sorry..."
