Aster's POV:
Poor Tony... So miserable... So weak...
But I couldn't dwell on that. He needed me to be strong, and I needed to figure out what he meant about the Greek...
To say I was troubled would be an exaggeration. I stayed with him, I knew he talked in his sleep and I needed to see if he, the voices would say anything about Greece... I felt horrible using my best friend like that, but I needed answers. NEEDED THEM.
My past was... To say the least...
Troubled.
I didn't know where I came from or where I belonged.
I'd always felt a few brain cells short of the answer, the answer I so desperately sought.
The things he said disturbed me. Only some of it was actually helpful.
"Tribute... Aster... Tribute... Aphrodite... Stop?" I couldn't wake him up, although I wanted to. Not so he could explain his dream, but every other word was filled with fear. Shouts of desperation. The voices were hurting him. Hurting him.
But if I woke him up now... I'd tried before, it didn't actually help, it only made things worse.
I walked away, I couldn't take it anymore. It hurt to see him in pain, it hurt to know I couldn't help him. I just walked away, walked away from my best friend.
Tony... He needed help.