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Nothing but bad news. I'll explain as much as my seriously heartbroken state can allow me.

To start, Jason. I never new someone could be so annoying because they supposedly care about you.

Unfortunately, I'm only mad because it was the truth. He's right. I'm hiding.

And so what? Look who's talking; Son of Jupiter, ex-preator, golden boy, Champion of Hera/Juno, perfectly perfect Jason Grace. He doesn't know the first thing about rejection, longing, or heartbreak. He has nothing to hide. Everyone worships him; like the real Jupiter. I have to keep a diary for all my issues!

Okay, calm down. Reyna might hear me.

Who's Reyna; we'll get to that.

Moving on; I have no idea what happened with Jason and Notus/Auster. All I know is Jason burst out five minutes after talking to me about my problems, acceptance and what not; with wind horses ready to take us to Malta.

In Malta we found Leo; who looked, for the first time ever, as bad as I felt. Something happened. I wanted to pity him.

Styx; I pittied him, okay; but I think he deserved being thrown that far. I will not pretend I didn't hear his insults about me being related to Clytius. But he looked really sad; and he was basically our jester.

After Malta we raced to Epirus. The Doors seemed to be working overtime, and Percy and Annabeth were in danger.

And we got to the Necromanteion; my inheritance.

That was where I stopped pitying Leo. Most especially when it came to the poison section. If this doesn't work properly, we die; would your dumbass show some respect?

And Jason. I asked him if he could trust me; and he seems he does. Or maybe he just wanted to prove a point; because no normal person without a motive just chugs poison given to him by someone with issues.

Today was Franky yet again. Jason field-promoted him to preator. (And on my orders. Does that mean I know more about Roman rules than Romans?)

After that, he was— what's the word?— badass. He was commanding dead legions more and better than I could, organized the rest of us to become monster killing machines, and in general; was a badass.

Hazel wasn't so bad herself once we got to her. From what it seemed she defeated Pasiphaë. Clytius took a bit more work. (As it turns out; Leo Valdez could not beat him.)

She also learned how to shadow travel. (At least we didn't end up in Denmark.)

She also looked suspicious; she was first happy with her victory, then she saw me.

Now that I think about it, I have to ask Hades if he sired Clytius. We might be related after all. Heck; from my calculations I might be related to Hitler.

After playing What To Do With The Athena Parthenos, I said goodbye to Percy. Rudely. It felt painful, yet good.

Then Annabeth showed up. Fortunately for me, Athena kids aren't smart enough to simply figure out the biggest secret in history. They also can't read minds. Or speak Italian.

Diavolo; Athena kids aren't all that talented after all.

Now about Reyna; probably ex-preator of Rome considering that she broke a ton of rules to get to us.

The morals of the story: I'd make a perfect tour guide and delivery service; I'll need to ask Hades for our full family tree; and Annabeth can go through Tartarus, re-decorate Olympus, hold up the sky and be the brain of this operation; but can't find out what goes on in my head.

See, Putanna? Not Everything

Works Out.

Nico di Angelo.

A/N: If you love Jason Grace, play Memories by Maroon 5 in your head or YouTube. Makes sense.