"It's over." Jason sat down next to Octavian, on the steps. They were over looking the camp, down to all the demigods and Legacies where they were having a party.

Now that the war is over, and Romans and Greeks where allies, they decided to have a celebration party.

They could hear the laughter and talks from here.

"Yes, but sooner or later, there will be another one." Octavian didn't even look over. He looked towards the setting sun. "There always is one."

The two were quiet for a moment.

"Maybe this time we'll have a break. A few years. And another group of people can be choosen. We can just relax."

Octavian looked at Jason, who met his eyes.

"We're demigods. We will never relax. And there is no one else to be choosen-You guys were lucky to be the ones this time, and last time-but next Prophecy, I'll prove to you all that I'm the one who knows what to do. I'll be the one to save the camp."

Jason smiled. "You did save us back there, in Greece."

Octavian nodded shortly. His lips twitching at the memory, he was proud of that. It was the moments before that he wasn't so proud of.

Being forced to be a spy for Gaea... Having an Eidolon take him over, the memories still haunt him.

"Or perhaps a few years break would be good."

Jason laughed, then, something that has been rare since he'd gotten back from the quest. He clapped Octavian on the back.

"You know what, that sounds really good right now. A break. I missed this place. I even missed you a little bit." Jason looked at Octavian, who continued looking forward.

"If you don't learn to be independent now, you will never move on with your life." Octavian said sternly, but a small smile was on his lips. "The days of us training all day together and competing is over, I'm better then you, an adult, and it's time you learn how to be one."

Jason scoffed and stood up.

"Please. You may be legally an adult, Octagon, but you're not grown up."

"An adult is the same thing as a grown up!" Octavian argued. They fell easily back into their old routine.

"No, it's not, now come on-I'm hungry." Octavian followed him, glaring.

"And don't call me Octagon."

"Right, sorry, Oct-ie."

"That one doesn't even make any sense!"