"I protect Annabeth better." Thalia glared at Luke, her eyes narrowed into slits.
"That is a lie! Annabeth is like my sister."
"Oh? Is that why you scampered off when…" she trailed off.
"Thalia," he whispered, trying to comfort her when they heard a loud cry.
"Annabeth!" they shouted in unison, running towards the source of the noise. Luke drew his sword, tossing his knife at Thalia. "I won't fail you, Thalia. Gods, I swear it."
"I still protect Annabeth better," she insisted, catching the knife. Just for a moment, that gloomy place felt the stirrings of a labyrinthine love.