Everyone was in shock, especially Percy.
None of them had really thought they'd win the war. That they'd live through it.
No one knew how Percy secretly hoped he hadn't.
Hoped he'd died to save the others.
Maybe if he had people would stop being so sad.
No matter how many times Grover told him it wasn't his fault, Percy continued to beat himself up over the loss of their loved ones.
The loss of innocent people's lives.
Nobody took well to Chiron's news of celebration.
It seemed wrong, insensitive.
Selfish.
Percy knew they were better than that.
Knew the hearts of the campers were pure.
No matter how much the wars had tarnished their souls, Percy knew they all had at least a little bit of purity left in them.
No matter how hard some of them tried to hide it.
It didn't work on him.
He could see their facades. He had to. He's kept his own up for so long now, it's just become second nature to him.
That wasn't going to stop him from keeping their hearts pure though.
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I'm Still Here (Rewrite)
FanfictionOn the outside, Percy is one of the happiest people you'll ever meet. Except, on the inside, he's broken, shattered. Can anyone help fix him, help mend his broken parts? Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson or Heroes of Olympus series. All rig...
