🏛.ೃ࿐ Ⅰ．▌ THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES IS SWINGING
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝Through out the three centuries that Sarah's been apart of the Hunters, she's come to realize that being a Demigod thoroughly sucked. Growing...
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HERMES: I'm terrible at expressing myself. SARAH: Don't worry, actions speak louder than words! HERMES: Yes, but my actions are also bad.
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THEY'RE ABLE TO SCRAMBLE BACK TO THEIR VAN WITHOUT ANY ATTACKS AND SARAH'S GIVEN AN AMBROSIA SQUARE BEFORE SHE CAN EVEN ASK. Thalia shoves one into her mouth in a similar way to how Percy chucked space food into the Nemean Lion's mouth; Sarah nearly chokes on it.
"Is this gonna be a habit for you," Sarah asks Thalia, disgruntled, "Are you always gonna try to choke me with Ambrosia every time I'm mildly injured?"
Thalia had done the same at Westover Hall and while Sarah appreciates the concern, she doesn't appreciate almost dying due to Ambrosia nearly as much.
"I'm sure a broken leg is more than a mild injury," Thalia counters, nearly face-planting into the seat in front of her as Zoe takes an incredibly sharp turn.
