Jason stuttered, his eyes guilty. Reyna saw it and it gave her a strange sense of pleasure.
"Rey, I-I'm sorry-"
"No Jason," she cut him off. "You're not sorry. You stopped being sorry a long time ago." She paused then, taking a small breath, then dove in.
"If you were sorry, you wouldn't have come back holding Piper's hand. If you were sorry you wouldn't have ignored me all these months. If you were sorry, we wouldn't be having this conversation."
Her raising voice had brought a small audience around them, hiding behind tree trunks and walls.
There were tears in Reyna's eyes now and her voice was a bit choked.
"You didn't remember Jason. No, you're are not sorry anymore."
She turned away to hide the tears streaming down her face.
Reyna started walking away, the strong stride of a warrior, even when she was broken. She turned back one last time.
"Oh, and Jason Grace, the name isn't Rey. It isn't Warrior Queen, Olaf, or Praetor Lady. It is Reyna. Praetor Reyna."
And with that, she whirled around and strode away.
As she left, the daughter of Bellona told herself it was the last time she, Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano ever broke her heart over him, Jason Grace.
Despite all this, it was that insufferable son of Jupiter standing over her at her deathbed. (The hammock in the garden of Bacchus.)
He was cursing himself, furious for not blocking that dagger. He knelt by her side, eyes (electric blue, Reyna remembered in the hazy darkness that comes before death) glittering with tears.
She was going, the fierce light in her eyes fading.
He had to say it, wanted it to be the last thing she heard.
His voice was shattered, choked with tears.
"I am sorry Reyna."
Hey, guys! So this is obviously very short, and it's actually an old piece that I sent to a friend. I remember it this morning and I was like, "Might as well post this, to make people think I actually WRITE stuff!" Review, to give me criticism and stuff.