Aster's POV:
No... No... Poor Tony... Poor Tony...
He's miserable. He hates the voices. He's crying, I'm trying to keep people from staring at him as we rush back to the The Senate house. I sent glares in the direction of anyone who stared, daring them to judge their Praetors.
No one did.
Tony was miserable. Sobbing and rocking back and forth in fetal position. I'd never seen him so freaked out.
"I don't want to kill you." He wailed.
"Maybe it's not that this time." I suggested.
"Have they talked to you?" I asked.
"Just. Just to say-" Suddenly he lurched forward.
"You will die daughter of Jupiter, you do not belong here, the Greeks have claimed you..."
The Greeks have claimed me...?
That would explain the reason why I feel so connected to the Greeks, but, who's hurting Tony because of it?
I would have had more time to think on the matter-
If Tony hadn't collapsed right then.
Impromptu OAA (Official Awesomeness Award) to Roxy!
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