Jason was flying but he did not know where he was going. Neither did he have a sense of time. He might've been flying over oceans on the other side of the world or just outside the camp, he didn't know. He just wanted to get as far away from the that place as possible. The scene played over and over in his head, as if it had been engraved in his mind and no matter how hard he tried to think of any thing else, he always came back to the memory.
He had been with her the entire time, the entire time she had been slowly fading into nothing. They had gone to the forest just outside camp on a walk. It had been his fault, they were just playing with their swords but then she boasted about how she was getting better at it than him which had led to a full fighting scene. To say that Jason had been impressed would be an understatement. She was deflecting and attacking with such speed which of course the too perfect Jason couldn't handle, he thought bitterly, so he had to just swing the sword so hard that it knocked her sword out of her hand, that it went piercing into her flesh leaving a wound so deep that no amount of ambrosia could ever heal. Jason didn't know how could he even had that much force and he would have never wanted to know that way.
Would Jason have just faded away too that time when he was impaled with imperial gold if his cut was that deep? It would have been better if Jason had died then and there, though, he wouldn't ever have caused any harm. She would have been safe. She might've been heartbroken but it was better than the pain he had caused her. He had killed her.
Jason had watched her die. He didn't even dare to touch her and all to soon she had gone. He didn't even had the time to call for help. Even the blood had dried away all too quickly. And it all left Jason wondering if it had happened at all. If it had been a dream. A cruel nightmare, a hallucination, like so many of those he had every day since the war. If he hadn't brought her to the forest after all. If she was still alive and safe.
But no, it was all too real, the feel of the sword gashing her skin, the blood, the look in her eyes that said she didn't know what had happened either. Jason wanted to forget her expression. He wanted to forget her entirely. Why did he ever meet her? Oh, when he knew he lost every person close to him, why did he thought it would ever be different, that she would be there forever. Except that this time it was all his fault.