"Clarisse, they need you!" Chris argued as Clarisse sat there sharpening her sword.
Clarisse stood up and got in his face. "I've already told you all. Ares cabin doesn't fight until we get the respect we deserve." She spat acidly, turning and striding away. Silena had told her that love would work its ways and save us. What a load of crap. Love is what started the Trojan War; what causes war and bloodshed. What the world needed were heroes.
A while later Chris caught up to her. "Clarisse, I know you want the respect you deserve, and I want you to have it too. But right now, with the way you're acting you don't deserve any respect. Our friends are out there dying while you sit here and throw a tantrum about some stupid chariot, and you're just letting it happen without even a second thought. If you aren't going to help them then I will, but I won't just sit here as they die. And to think I thought you were a hero." He said angrily, his tone scarily even and calm. He turned to leave.
Clarisse stood there surprised and angry. "They don't deserve my help." She finally growled. "They don't respect me, yet they expect me to save their sorry butts!"
Chris turned on her. "If you won't do it for them, will you at least do it for me?" he asked, his voice hard, but his eyes pleading. "They need you. I need you. WE need you. We need a hero."
Clarisse stood there for a minute, looking at the ground to her right, her brow furrowed as she thought. Finally she looked up at Chris, her features hard as stone. "Get me my armor."