"She is dead, Luke. Thalia is dead."
The words hit him more than he thought they would. He felt like he had been stabbed. Thinking about it, he'd rather have been. He felt like his world was falling apart, like everything was crushing down and becoming dust. He felt angriness. Why, why did she have to be the hero again? Why did she had to sacrifice herself to them? He should have been the one to die, he had sworn to protect her, and he had failed. Thalia, Thalia, Thalia. The name was ringing in his mind like a soft but painful melody. He felt sadness. Tears filled his blue eyes before he could even think about it. He lost her. He had been determined to stick with her, and now she was gone forever. When she died, his heart died with her. He knew he would give anything just to see her sarcastic smile again, or her electric blue eyes that had always amazed him. Why did the gods had to take away from him the only person he truly loved with all his heart? Because it was their faults. Hermes, Hades, Zeus, and even Artemis. The first was a pathetic coward, the second had sent his monsters after them, the third hadn't done anything to save his daughter, and the last could have helped, but didn't do anything except proposing Thalia to join her stupid hunters. The gods were evil, they didn't care about them. They didn't deserve power. Now that he had lost Thalia, he was willing to do everything to take revenge her. After all, now that she was dead, he had nothing to lose.
On the day Thalia get killed, Luke's bitterness only get to its strongest point, he was ready to do his best to bring his love back, no matter what it cost him, he wanted her back. Even if that meant he would have to bring Olympus down.