Idiots. All of them.
Percy cannot help the sneer forming as he thinks of his family.
The just don't see.
He calms himself; his anger is not required at this ceremony.
One day they'll appreciate all the sacrifices I've made. Not for them, mind you. But they'll appreciate them all the same.
Percy stands tall, repeating each word with strong conviction. He believes in these vows with all of his being.
With the new painful mark on his left wrist, the white mask in his right hand, he feels complete for the first time.