Goodbyes. The worst part of life; the hello goes to quickly and the goodbye seems to long. Jason would know now. His beautiful Piper snatched away before their life could have meaning together. So why did he fight for them? Why did he defend their palace only to be rewarded with pain? Why did he insist on being a pawn for the game that was never ending? The gods were cruel. Maybe they deserved to be destroyed.
Jason was sick of it. Sick of defending them. But what could he do? Going against them would be suicide, besides any other being would be crueler than them.
He was tired of hearing, "She was a hero, she's in a better place now."
That was the pain wasn't it? A place, maybe painless, where he couldn't be with her. In the end, a lover's sacrifice wasn't dying for the other, but letting the other die. Maybe it was a good thing Piper had died instead of him, Jason wouldn't want her in his place.
She was only seventeen years old.
But what would the gods care? Maybe Aohrodite would shed a tear for her daughter. They would move on. He knew most of their friends would. Jason refused to move on. He would remember her forever.
Cause even the brightest suns set, even the liveliest fires die, the strongest candle burns itself out.