Just so you know, all of you unclaimed demigods, you are cared about. Just so you know, all of you minor gods (and your children, too), you are important, and we know it. Maybe we should tell you, the mortals who can see, you aren't insane. You might care to know, mister-subject-of-the-prophecy, you aren't alone. And, Olympians, your children do happen to notice your absence. To all you mortals who never knew the truth, your child will be surely in Elysium, your child was a hero, don't worry. And, everyone who thinks that no one cares, know that you're wrong.
AN: Bet you thought it was going to be Annabeth again.