The Giant War resulted in many deaths and casualties. Percy Jackson, One of the seven was looking at one. With her torso wrapped in bandages and her arm in a sling, Clarisse La Rue was crying over a body. The body of Chris Rodriguez, her boyfriend. He'd never seen the tough daughter of Ares in such a state before. Maybe that was true love. Maybe that was how he'd be if Annabeth died.
Tentatively, he walked over to her before placing a hand on her shoulder." Ai'm sorry." Looking at the girl, she really had changed since the Titan War. She was no longer the XXL girl he once knew. She was slimmer now, more agile but still as strong. The son of Poseidon had assumed it had something to with Silena. Before she'd died, she was always trying to get Clarisse to look more feminine. Maybe after her death, she'd fulfilled that wish.
The Daughter of Ares' eyes bored into his. " What for, Jackson? " Percy hadn't expected anything less that her usual hostile tone apart from this one was full of tears and sobs.
" Chris. He was a good person. He loved you a lot." He sighed. What else was he supposed to say. " Um... I suppose you're going to get that a lot. Well, if you ever need to get away from all the sympathy, Feel free to find me to vent put your anger to. "
To his surprise, she smiled. She actually smiled. Percy turned and started to walk away. " Percy?" He turned around to face her. " I'm glad you didn't die in Tartarus." That was the start of a beautiful friendship.