I was... detained.

I do not own a laptop. I own a smartphone that, apparently even with the app, doesn't let me post from said smartphone.

Recently, I was given the opportunity to visit one of my older sisters in college. Sunday night, I drove four hours to get to her apartment and find out that I wasn't allowed to sleep in the same building as her, let alone the same small apartment. Instead, I was directed to an all-guys apartment, and they are all way over twenty five, and very loud. I got next to no sleep, and was woken early in the morning by others going to classes. Oh, and did I mention the construction? Or the fact my social anxiety was through the roof? Or that the couch I slept on was itchy?

That isn't to say I didn't have fun. I attended an awesome Sociology class with an awesome college professor (first college class I've ever been in), I went Ice caving with her friends, and even played Call of Duty for the first time (I lack videogames in my home). Most of all, I got to spend time with my sister, and learn that all seven of the guys I was staying with describe her as 'cute'.

I felt guilty, tho.

Between what little sleep I got and the hanging out, I wrote. It wasn't often, it wasn't for over an hour, but I had to make sure I got this chapter right. I've actually been to most of these locations personally, which I thought would not only benefit the story, but make it seem more authentic. I hope you enjoy.

Also, I've hired counter-snipers. Nice try, Dagger.

Disclaimer: I am not Rick or Marvel.


Piper:

The jar was in her suitcase.

Piper had searched the van- briefly -before discovering that whatever magical item the god of the sea had tried to give her hadn't been present with them when they had first arrived at JFK. At first she figured that maybe she just hadn't looked hard enough- she'd check again, when she knew who had been in the van with her and they could gain some semblance of coherentness.

The van had driven away.

Of course, that would've made the list of the most messed-up things Piper had ever done on quests. She always compared most of those experiences to her hypothermia at Pikes Peak, her party talk with the maenads, and falling into the Grand Canyon.

Ah, quests. Either you were walking into a trap, fighting hordes of monsters, or completely out of whatever loop you were supposed to be in. The trifecta of fail, and Piper found herself stuck in all of them at the same time. On multiple occasions.

Now, she found herself in only one of them. Still tricky, of course, seeing as she hadn't been questing in years, but she understood one fact about her current situation.

She didn't understand anything that was going on. Completely out of whatever loop she should be in.

Jason, Rachel, and Grover all had something to say. Like, oh, the fact that Percy was apparently alive. The fact he had been captured by Romans nearly a month ago. The fact he was working with the Avengers. The fact that he had saved New York.

Okay, that wasn't entirely fair to say that she hadn't been the least bit suspicious. Camp Halfblood could be a bit… Reclusive. If you wanted information about what was going on with the outside world, you needed contact with the outside world. That meant asking a satyr, sending an Iris message, or speaking with Chiron. On the off chance you were unlucky, a god or goddess might assign you a quest and fill you in on some of the details. You never got the full picture until you reached the end.

Satyrs had been as reclusive as the gods over the past few weeks, and Piper should've seen it. She should've understood something was changing, and that her own husband had been keeping secrets from her. But she knew what he'd say: 'focus on our child. Keep him and yourself healthy. Don't stress yourself out. Leave the heavy lifting to me for a while.'

Gods, she wanted to strangle that boy some days. The worst part about it was that he just wanted to keep her safe. She liked safe, and safe was good when it came to baby Grace, but Piper was a rebel at heart. She rebelled.

No wonder Jason had kept it a secret.

So, she wasn't angry when she learned this was Percy trying to meet with them. She wasn't angry at Jason because of any secrets he had been keeping. Especially when they'd reached Prince Rupert airport, and picked up bags they hadn't ever seen before, and when she'd neglected to tell anyone what magical item had been hidden in hers.

Piper, quite inconspicuously, kept it hidden. It came with the experience of keeping a straight face when she came back from grocery shopping. If Jason knew she'd bought Oreos, they were gone before she could mumble 'idiot'.

She thought about smashing it. She thought about leaving it in the airport or out on the street, and she didn't understand why she couldn't. It just… She had a feeling. Piper never distrusted a feeling.

Now, they each sat together on the curb outside of the airport, 'awaiting further instructions.'

"Green one." Grover said, pointing out a sedan as it rocketed down the street. It left a big, angry cloud of exhaust right in front of Grover, and he starting coughing horribly. "Okay, that was a fun ten minutes. What else can we do?"

Rachel ignored him, pointing towards a passing pickup truck. "Red one." She mumbled. Grover frowned.

Prince Rupert seemed… Nice. Her first experience in Canada hadn't been pleasant, to say the least. Quebec had been cold. Tired. Full of Boreads and a goddess of snow. The air itself had felt frozen.

But Prince Rupert seemed more rural. It was warmer, and the city below them looked cool. It was more like a large town with motels, small businesses, stores, apartments, and everything in between. The sun was just starting to set, casting a pink and orange shade over the scenery. Her shadow stretched behind her like a pillar, much more imposing than who she was currently.

"That's two… four… six… eight… Twelve. Twelve blue cars." Jason said triumphantly, smirking. Piper rolled her eyes.

"A car hauling semi does not count. Try again, Sparky." She said, still looking for any yellow cars. Sadly, no such luck. Yellow didn't seem to be all that abundant in Canada. "But, I will count the semi itself, because it is blue. Any objections?" She asked, looking between their two traveling companions.

Grover shook his head, biting his lip in concentration as he looked around the exiting and entering traffic of the airport. Rachel, on the other hand, grumbled. "He's still ahead of me by three. So, yes, I object." She said, just as invested as Grover.

Piper snorted. "We counted the red bus that went by as two, if you remember? If we can't count a semi, we can't count a bus." She said, only keeping half an eye out for yellow cars. You'd think there might've been a few taxis in an airport, but not here. The taxis were green (and therefore they had all sabotaged Grover at the beginning of the game).

"Fine. Count the semi, but it only counts as half a point." Rachel said, still scanning for red cars. Piper didn't know what to make of her… Lax attitude towards their current situation. She understood that Jason was going to play devil's advocate until someone else took the position from him. She understood that Grover thought Percy could do no wrong, though she also thought that was dangerous. But Rachel was just… Completely at ease. More used to demigod life than any of them.

Rachel was a friend, of course. One of her best friends, actually. They'd joked and hung out when she'd first gotten to camp all those years ago. They brought food for Leo when Jason couldn't, or Piper helped Rachel carry paint supplies to her cave. They had even attended a protest against senseless animal slaughter in Upstate New York. But then Percy had his… Panic attack.

Things split. People chose sides. Percy was a leader, and a well liked individual in the camp. People respected him, people loved him, and many idolized him. He was a leader, yes, but also a mascot. A reflection of how the camp was doing. If Percy was uneasy, the camp tended to be uneasy. If he was tense, so was the camp. Have you ever imagined your favorite superhero just sitting down and saying 'I'm done'? Of course it would cause an uproar.

The camp had been hanging by a thread. Counselors struggled to keep the peace, desperate to stop whatever war seemed to be brewing. Percy was useless- Piper cringed at the thought -and so the camp had been left without a big part of itself. Everyone was disoriented, everyone was lost and confused.

Piper didn't have time for friendships. She'd been stretched thin trying to keep the Aphrodite kids from tearing each other apart. 'That's my brush', or 'she stole my favorite jeans' were quickly overtaking Piper's ability to think. Petty arguments that were suddenly life-altering. It wasn't something Piper could simply charmspeak away. Rachel, Annabeth, Percy… Even Jason, some days, became white noise. She had to step up.

Oh, she'd visited Percy. She had yelled at Annabeth about breaking up with him (because Annabeth was still totally head over heels for him). She had gone to search for him in Manhattan, she had coordinated with Reyna in case he appeared in California, with Thalia, with the Amazons- Jason was scattered himself, trying to appease a few handfuls of minor deities and search for one of his closest friends. Piper had to step up. Repeatedly. So, no, Rachel hadn't been priority.

And when all was said and done, and Percy's less-than-friendly camping buddies had taken a hold on the younger campers, Piper… She just never returned to that connection. She struggled between her relationship and her counseling responsibilities. It wasn't personal, just… Tiring.

Five years later, and it didn't appear that Rachel even cared. Piper felt a small stab of pain in her chest.

"Ha! That's another red! I'm catching up, Graceless." Rachel smirked, mentally tallying her score against everyone else's. Piper didn't really care about the game that much; she was too caught up in the present situation they found themselves in, along with her sudden overwhelming ADHD.

"Give me a minute. I bet I'll be in triple digits." Jason boasted, smirking snootily. Piper rolled her eyes at his attitude, but accepted his hand when he grabbed hers softly in his own. He was such a show off sometimes.

They spent the next few minutes sitting on the curb and watching the sun set before Piper suggested food. Grover had quickly seconded the suggestion, tugging Rachel to her feet while Piper dragged Jason away. Neither protested all that much when they found a Subway a few miles down the road.

"When do you think Percy tells us where to go next?" Grover asked no one in particular, looking down at his veggie sandwich. It was getting darker, and Piper was feeling restless. The whole 'monster-killing-machines' thing was a neat trick, but Piper guessed that a laistrygonian or a hydra could pop out at any given moment. She wanted to be prepared.

"No idea. How long do you think it took for someone to report is missing from camp?" Jason replied, scanning the roads as Piper had been. The sky had darkened significantly since they'd taken a seat with their food, so the car game had been postponed until a later date. For now, when the only light to go by was artificial, they would all have to be more vigilant.

Piper mulled over a question, already done with her sandwich. She rolled the corner of the wax paper under her thumb and forefinger, thinking. "I had the oldest student step in and supervise. I guess they probably didn't even notice until dinner."

Jason nodded. "Connor took my class. They were running drills, so I don't think they would've noticed till dinner, either." He said, tapping his fingers.

"Painting in my cave. I guess if they noticed you two were gone by dinner, I wouldn't have either." Rachel said.

"Me neither." Grover said. "I was working out a labor dispute between some chipmunks and a dryad when I found that earbud thing. I doubt the two even noticed I left." He took a bite out of the wax paper, humming appreciatively. When he noticed the others looking at him strangely, he swallowed. "What?"

Rachel shook her head. "When I hear the title 'Lord of the Wild', I don't think of labor disputes. I- I'm not quite sure what you guys do."

Grover frowned, and Piper could still see acne on the poor guy. To think, this was Percy's best friend, and he still looked like he was in high school. She wondered how much Percy had changed…

"It's just like any other lordship, I guess: you listen to complaints, investigate complaints, and hopefully solve complaints." He explained, taking another bite from his wax paper, sandwich long forgotten. Piper was suddenly finding his avocado and pepper jack alluring. "On the off-chance nature spirits aren't complaining, we try to save what we can."

Rachel nodded, fiddling with the corner of her shirt. Piper could smell the honey mustard on her flatbread bacon and olive. "Is it hard? Dealing with all the… Nature?"

"I love my job. And I love nature, so… No. It's not hard dealing with something I love doing. I wish I could bring Juniper with me sometimes, though." Grover admitted. "And protecting nature doesn't always mean protecting nature from man, which is easier thanks to you-" he said, nodding to Rachel. "-but dryads are always fighting with squirrels over homes, or with birds, or even other dryads. I'm just… A mediator."

Jason nodded, speaking up. "I get it. I hate it when others are fighting, but trying to get them to stop is like negotiating with dictators. This one time, I had to step between-"

Piper pushed his sandwich towards his mouth, effectively shutting him up. "Let's not mention gods when we're hiding from them. Besides, I know exactly who you're talking about and Rachel and Grover can wait to hear it later." She turned towards Grover. "His story is a good parallel to yours, I assure you."

Jason took a big bite of his bacon and tomato, chewing and swallowing before speaking. "Mediating is just hard, is what I'm trying to say."

"Yes, I know. I'm married to a mediator." Piper deadpanned. She found herself looking to Rachel and jerking a thumb at her husband. "I have to shop alone because this one can 'mediate' his way to sneaking the most useless stuff into my shopping cart." She held up her hand, counting off items on her fingers "twenty individual chocolate bunnies. Three bottles of motor lube- we don't own a car -and canned emergency underwear."

Rachel smirked quickly, but it disappeared just as fast. Piper frowned, but dismissed it when her husband spoke again. "Hey! I'll have you know I am currently wearing-"

She shoved his sandwich in his mouth again, pinching the bridge of her nose. "If that isn't a lie, I swear you're sleeping in another room until they have been destroyed."

"Literally, two months of having them in my pocket just in case, and when I finally have a use for them-"

Grover laughed. "You're worse than…"

Everyone knew what he was going to say. They all knew who he meant. It wasn't like they hadn't used his name before, so why did it seem to matter now?

Well, they were going to meet him now. They were on their way to who-knows-where to meet their elusive, thought to be dead friend. Percy Jackson. The son of Poseidon.

The jar in her bag sat heavy in her chest.

Rachel scooted out of the booth, standing quickly. Her face was in a grim line. "I'm going to use the restroom." She declared, already moving to the back of the restaurant. The two employees that had been wiping the counters before now watched as she moved towards the toilets.

"I didn't mean to…" Grover's comment faded in his throat. He closed his eyes, sighing lightly and taking another bite of the wax paper. He seemed more melancholy than before. Mentioning Percy tended to do that. Especially when the four of them were on their way to see said friend.

At least, they hoped to find the same fun-loving, idiotic, green-eyed pain in the rear from five years ago.

"I'll go talk to her." Piper decided, standing and steadying herself when she felt her belly try to find equilibrium. Jason's hand ghosted over the small of her back. I've got you. Now and forever, the gesture seemed to say. She felt like she could use all the support she could get from him. From anyone. She took a step forward.

"Piper." She turned towards their satyr. The one who insisted he was a protector still instead of royalty. His deep, brown eyes swam with stress and anxiety. "Be careful with her. Percy's situation is hitting her harder than she thinks it is."

Piper nodded, looking towards her husband to see if he had any sage advice for her as well. Currently, he was stuffing the rest of his sandwich in his mouth, but gave her two thumbs up. "I'lth mathe shurth Gwovew does'th eath yow santhwith." He promised. She smiled, walking towards the bathroom.

Did all Canadian Subways replace all their single sink and toilets with stalls and washing stations? Because most of the Subways this small in America didn't have this big- or nice -of bathrooms. Maybe it was busier here than Piper thought? She couldn't be sure, and wasn't going to ask the employees outside for a traffic graph of their bathrooms.

Rachel was in the furthest stall, and she was crying.

It was mostly muffled, probably by her sweatshirt or her hands or something like that. The tiled floors and white walls didn't suppress sound- it enhanced it. Her cries, although small, echoed. Piper would describe the effect has depressing.

After a quick check under the row of stalls (difficult for a pregnant woman) Piper determined they were alone and could speak freely. "Rachel? Are you okay?" She knocked on the furthest stall gently, quieter than Rachel's crying. "It's Piper." She said softly.

She heard a few snuffles, followed by a scoff. "I hope it's Piper." She said. "If it was any of the others, I'd have to question their sanity."

Piper's grin was small, merely a flicker. "But my sanity isn't questionable? Is it that hard, talking to you?" She immediately thought her words sounded too harsh. She went to apologize when the stall door opened.

Still the same frizzy hair. Still the same Columbia sweatshirt and paint covered jeans and doodled tennis shoes. Her eyes weren't quite puffy, but certainly red. Her smile was flickering, falling. "Pregnancy brain, Piper. You aren't in your right mind." She said, dismissing the slip up and turning on the tap. She began to wash her hands thoroughly. Aggressively. "And I'll have you know, I'm a ray of sunshine."

Piper bit back a smile. Talking with Rachel was just as easy as before, and Piper had to hold back a sigh of relief. The redhead was so easy going sometimes. "Until you start getting possessed and make me pass out." She said, referring to their first meeting. Rachel laughed, a watery sound.

"You had it coming, you spy." She said in a falsely scandalized tone. "And that was the 'Great Queen of Olympus', not some lowly Oracle." She said.

"Fair enough." Piper agreed. "I guess I'm not the most sane in the group to begin with."

"Fine with me." Rachel said. "All you demigods seem to have two settings, anyways: improvise and fight."

"And yet… With us watching over this world… It hasn't stopped spinning." Piper pointed out. Rachel's smile was just the slightest bit bigger.

Rachel turned off the tap, drying her hands with the paper towels. Neither of them moved to leave yet, though. Rachel leaned against the sinks and Piper was against a stall door. It felt like Piper could've been back in Armpit, Nevada, back in that stupid school bathroom, listening to the populars talk.

"What's been bothering you, Red?" Piper asked gently. She didn't need charmspeak for this.

"I wasn't really hiding my emotions that well, huh?" She jested, but Piper remained serious. She sighed. "I can't get anything emotion wise past a satyr or a daughter of Aphrodite. Poor Jason, though."

"We're worried about you, Rachel. You've kinda been… Off. Since the flight." Piper elaborated.

"I've just been tired, Piper. I haven't gotten much sleep since Hydra attacked Manhattan." She said, her fingers squeezing the white porcelain of the sinks. Piper noticed.

"Since Percy showed himself to the world." Piper guessed. Rachel didn't say anything. Piper sighed. "We all made the same mistake, Rachel. We should've trusted him-"

"He introduced me to the Olympians, Piper." Rachel cut her off. Her emerald eyes were dark under the harsh lights. "Without Percy, I wouldn't be the Oracle. I would've ended up… I would've ended up stuck in some prep school and completely cut off from all this." She gestured around the room, as if presenting the bathroom as the Olympian throne room. She gestured to Piper. "And I just left him-"

"We left him, Rachel. All of us. It wasn't just you-"

"But I should've known better." She said shrilly. "I know what's it's like to feel different, and cut off. I don't relate at all to my parents, and they never even tried relating to me, and… I can't even explain how it felt being introduced to demigods. It was like I was breathing again. And suddenly Percy wasn't, and I could've helped, gods-!"

Piper grabbed Rachel's forearms. "Relax." She commanded, putting a small amount of charmspeak into her words. Rachel's breathing slowly began to even out. "You think I don't understand? I grew up around celebrities, Rachel. My own father couldn't understand what was wrong with me. We couldn't relate to what Percy was going through. For all we know, Annabeth could've been the only one to bring him back. Or Nico." She said.

"We did try. That's more than what others ever did for us." She said.

Rachel wiped a tear from her eye. "I keep forgetting we're both rich sometimes."

Piper snorted. "Such is the burden we carry." She joked.

Rachel let out another watery laugh. "But I keep thinking… If we'd just stuck by him-"

"And you think I don't?" Piper said. "I didn't eat anything more than a slice of bread for weeks after Percy went missing, and even less when he was declared dead. We made the mistake, Rachel. That doesn't mean we have to let it control us." She finished.

Rachel pulled Piper into a hug, holding the Cherokee girl close. Piper felt her tears against her neck. When she finally pulled away, Rachel still kept her at arm's length. "Thank you. Really." She said sincerely.

Piper nodded, tugging on Rachel's sleeve. "Let's get back to the boys. I didn't get to finish my sandwich."

Rachel agreed, and they both left together. When they approached their table however, they were greeted by two stone-faced boys.

"We just got our instructions." Jason said, pointing outside. A grey sedan sat on the curb, idling. "We need to leave. Now."

"Why?" Piper asked, but already packing up her sandwich and suitcase. The others were quick to follow her lead.

"Because the ferry for Ketchikan, Alaska leaves in two hours, and we need to be checked in an hour before they start loading the boat." Grover said. "And I'd hate to be late."

"We all set?" Piper asked, yawning. Jason had just sat beside her in one of the most annoyingly comfortable benches on the planet. Immigration and customs had been a pain to get through, and the fact that they couldn't take their car with them had made Piper less than happy.

The ferry wasn't being loaded yet. The four of them had gotten to the customs checkpoint right beside the ocean an hour before the ferry was supposed to leave, yes. What no one told them was that the ferries were behind. Cars lined up behind chain link fences while customs officials went between them, asking questions and inspecting luggage. The passengers of these cars were all warm and bundled up, safe and secure until the boat started loading.

It was two in the morning, Piper's back hurt, and the AC was cranked to Khione level annoyance. Whoever designed these waiting rooms had been nice enough to include a few comfortable couches, but hadn't accounted for the evil individual in HR that decided it should snow inside of the building year round.

They weren't the only ones in the building, either. A dozen college age students in polartec jackets and shorts were sitting on the floor with a deck of cards. An old man with a cane and hiking backpack, thumbing through a western novel. Two middle aged women shared a couch, snoring away in thick sweaters. A few scattered families, a couple of dogs, and only five workers in the customer service booths, going agonizingly slow to help the few dozen people in their lines.

Jason, who had been standing in one of those lines for forty five minutes, slumped in his chair and rubbed his tired eyes with his hands. "Yeah. They should be loading the boat in the next hour or so." He mumbled, already sighing and curling into himself. Piper nodded quietly, leaning onto him.

Her head rested against his chest and his arm subconsciously wrapped around her, pulling her as close as the bench would allow. His head stacked atop hers, and the two of them got themselves more comfortable than they'd felt since JFK. It wasn't even a full day since they'd been missing, though Jet lag was throwing them off a bit. When she looked up towards her husband, his small smile and lips pressed against her forehead were enough to display the same emotions she felt.

Happy to still be beside one another, but worried at how quickly that could change. How much longer until a monster popped out of the ground and tore him away from her? How much longer until some Primordial something-or-another decided they were worthy of a fight?

Piper wasn't ready. The darkness and sleep deprivation only made things worse.

Jason seemed to notice the bags under his wife's eyes, or perhaps Piper just finally noticed he'd noticed. Quietly, he whispered in her ear. "You should take a nap, Piper. Sleep until we move into the boat." He urged, tucking a stray braid behind her ear. She snuggles closer to him, but didn't try to sleep. His shirt muffled her response.

"You said it yourself, it'll only be an hour. I can stay awake for a little longer." She said.

Jason smiled. She could tell by the way his heart was beating just the slightest rhythm faster, it's tha-thump becoming more pronounced. More real. "Or, you could sleep for another hour and then we can all rest a little easier when we get into the ferry. The only difference is that you get more sleep." He said.

"And if I don't get my beauty sleep, I'll start killing people." She said, dangerously monotone.

"Exactly." Jason deadpanned, and she weakly smacked his arm. He chuckled, and she didn't resist when he laid her on her back and placed her head in his lap. Between her back and the couch, he pulled a cushion from a couch a few feet away where Grover sat reading pamphlets.

"Rude." She said, then let out a toothy yawn. "You know you're my best friend, right?" She asked.

"As much as you are mine." He said seriously.

Piper smiled, falling asleep much quicker after he'd said that.

James:

James Rhodes, One of the most distinguished men in his branch of military, was feeling worse than normal.

He couldn't describe the agony. The pain. The… The hollowness that lingered. That had been lingering for months now, since he's somehow entered Percy's nightmares. Since he'd seen Hell itself.

His appetite was gone, and he didn't see it returning anytime soon. Anytime he bite into something, he imagined Tartarus. He saw the pit, he breathed the sulfurous, poisonous air. His body could only taste fire. He felt it seer his throat…

James had tried everything. He'd tried home remedies, let Jarvis scan him, allowed doctors to check up on him. Jarvis simply said it was a form of depression. Depression and PTSD. But for what events? He hadn't actually been through Tartarus. He hadn't actually walked through Hell.

So why did it feel like he had?

Percy's memories were beyond vivid. They seemed to move like fluid, shifting and morphing into terrible pictures of death and destruction. Complete carnage. Had Percy really swallowed molten lava to stay alive? Had Percy really nearly drowned a goddess in her own tears? James knew, oh, he knew the darkness Percy must've faced. It was buried, deep inside of him.

He was in his room, the lights as dim as he could get them to be without them turning off. He didn't want any light, but he didn't want to be left in complete darkness, either. He just… He needed grey. He needed to lose perspective and not see the colors, or lack thereof. He wanted a clear mind.

Tony usually popped in every few hours, checking up on him. The darker part of him, the part that seemed to grow in him like a tumor, was angry at his friend. Was angry at having to be treated like a suicide risk. He wasn't going to kill himself, gosh dang it! He just wanted to be left alone!

His hands gripped the arms of his chair tighter, and he desperately tried to anchor his dark thoughts. No, those weren't his real thoughts. James liked Tony. James appreciated that his friends took time out of their day to visit with him, to talk with him. Even Thor's countless war stories were good- anything being spoken to him, he soaked it up. He liked that they did this.

But that doesn't mean he likes that they have to do it.

He's being weak. Years of military service, and PTSD was finally winning. It wasn't even his own PTSD. It had to be Percy's. It had to be.

But Percy had overcome. Percy had beaten it. James could, too.

Percy had given them all explicit instructions for what they had to do. How they had to prepare for… Whatever it is they were preparing for. Percy needed them. Percy needed James.

And James felt needed.

He had opened his email, privately sent from Percy. He had seen barely two lines.

Fight it. The hardest part of service is letting others do it for you. Let them in and they'll help you fight it.

He was going to do it. He was going to overcome these dark thoughts before they overcame him. He was strong. He was ready.

His hands gripped the arms of his chair tighter, like a lifeline.


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