Jason was no longer sure.
He hadn't liked Percy at the start- who was he, to come and assert himself as leader? Jason was a leader! But they had followed Percy.
Now he was gone, and two seats were empty. There was no fight for the head of the table, but Jason couldn't take that seat. It wasn't his; he hadn't earned it. It was Percy's.
But people needed him. Relied on him. He should welcome this, should revel in it. But for the first time, he was terrified of leading.
Terrified. And Jason knew why; he was no Percy.