He stares at her gaunt face, sickly from the heavy loss of blood. She couldn't do it. It was the one monster she couldn't defeat alone.

And he was too late. Too fucking late.

Five minutes earlier, and they would have defeated him together.

But she's too damn stubborn to tell him she needs help.

Now he watches the Apollo kid pour nectar over her wounds. It's too much. He's not sure he can do it anymore, be a fucking demi-god.

But when he sees her beautiful heather gray eyes open, he knows he wouldn't trade it for the world.