He was dying. He felt the icy cold of death creeping in, his breathing grow more and more labored, his vision swimming. Pretty soon this pain would finally be over, but what would happen then? Would he be sent to the Fields of Punishment? The Isle of the Blest? Probably the Fields of Punishment after what he'd done. Sorry doesn't always cut it and he knew that well.
How could he possibly say sorry to Annabeth and Thalia? He had promised them peace, and the family none of them had ever possessed. What had he given them? Heartache and terrible betrayal. He had let Kronus take over and nearly destroyed everything they loved. Even the gods would never forgive that, so how could he expect a demigod to?
Annabeth was crying. Why was she crying for him? He wasn't worth it. He was a disgusting traitor. He didn't deserve her tears. For crying out loud, he had almost killed her! Perhaps she was crying for her fallen friends. Yes, that was it. It was ridiculous to think that they were for him.
He wondered if Thalia had lived. Had his foolishness killed her? Was she lying dead somewhere, another victim of his stupidity? He desired with all his heart that that was not the case. He had loved her. Yet, she would never love him. She had seen what he had become. A monster.
At least Percy had given him the chance to die for them. He had understood he wasn't the hero. This was something Luke knew he would have struggled to do in his place. Everyone wants to be a hero. Now that he thought about it, his life sounded like some weird version of Darth Vader. Once good, then evil, making things right just before death. Why was he thinking of that?
What would his father think of his death? Would he be glad that this horrible excuse for a son of Hermes was dead? Or was there a chance of him missing him? Not likely. He had almost managed to destroy him and there was no forgiving a son who would slay his own father.
There were so many questions, but too soon he died. As he faded away he heard Percy acting like he had been a hero. Ha. What a load of crap.
