Triton had an issue. He was bored.
His duties had just been done. And he was being summoned by his father.
He knew Poseidon was probably going to discuss his half blood brother with him. He had recently made a habit of that.
Ugh.
The idea just made him more bored.
"Yes, father?"
Poseidon turned. Triton noted he looked worried and grim, but somehow in the midst of all that a faint shimmer of amusement was visible in his eyes.
"As you know, Nico Di Angelo has assaulted your brother."
Wow. Right to the point.
That itself was another issue. No one knew exactly when and why Di Angelo had gone insane, But one day he had snapped, apparently. He had attempted controlling the camps from the shadows (literally.), intentionally leading campers in monster traps, and tried to kill his brother Perseus with a fork and a knife, during dinner.
The prince couldn't blame him for that.
The Roman camp had just shrugged the whole mystery thing off. "He is a son of Hades. It was bound to happen eventually. Now let's kill him!"
And the Greek camp made it clear that no one attacks their leader and gets away with it.
"We don't care why. He attacked Percy. HE ATTACKED PERCY! He WILL be killed!"
They all agreed with the killing thing, of course.
And it was clear the real mystery was what this had to do with him.
"Father, um... Why does this concern me?"
"He is your brother."
Yeah. Unfortunately. So?
Poseidon waited for Triton to talk, but Triton stayed silent. Poseidon took it for the question it was.
"I want you, my son, to protect him from potential threats."
Which meant everything.
Damn. He could've just done with the boredom.