Then I gave mine to you. I showed my weakness, you knew everything there was to me. I you almost lost again, though, it was a stupid mistake of mine. You knew even before I told you. Then I was asked if I were to hold power, I declined when I saw your eyes. Later on, you let the grip on your heart free and it fell into my hands. But I lost grip of mine, too, and it fell into your's.
Annabeth Chase, I trust you with my heart.
