Disclaimer: Here's a little biology for you. My alleles are XX, Rick Riordan's are XY, so clearly I'm not him.

Shattered: Hermes and May

Luke, poor, poor Luke, my little baby. Help him, oh please, somebody help him. He'll be home soon, of course he will. I have to make his lunch.

Hermes. He's come to visit me. Such a sweet man. He hugs me. Smiles at me. But he seems so sad. He's always so sad when he visits me.

Why is he so sad? We used to be happy. Didn't we? And then... that attic, the Oracle.

Oh, Luke! My poor Luke! Somebody help him. Luke? Of course. He'll be home soon. I have to make his lunch.

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