❝She was so good at convincing everyone that she was ok. So good, that she sometimes believed it as well❞ "Percy! Why don't you get it?" I exclaimed, running a hand covered in poison ivy through my hair. "Get what?" He asked stepping closer. "No, no, back away. Please, I don't want to hurt you." I argued, stepping away into the cold imbrace of the greenery. "You don't seem to understand that the gods have done nothing for you! The camp sent you on a quest that was supposed to fail. They wanted you to die. Then sending Grover after you, like some sick do-over. That wasn't fair!"