"You're older," are her first words to him.
"No," he says back. "You're younger."
She's five years younger than him now. She used to be only two. "Luke…"
"What?"
"Why?"
"Some things, Thalia, you can't answer."
"Because the answer hurts."
"Not necessarily."
"Then why won't you tell me?"
"I don't want you to hate me before we've had a proper conversation."
"This is one. Can I hate you now?"
"If you want to."
"Do you even care?"
"Trust, me, when it comes to you, I always will."
"Luke?" her voice is breaking.
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"I love you too."