"Go Luke! Take the kid, and Goatboy and go!" She yelled at him, shoving her belongings in his face. This was it for her.
He knew there was no stopping her. It was no use. His best friend was going to defeat a Cyclopes by herself. And he could just about guarantee that that was almost impossible without the help of somebody.
But she did it anyways. She had found Luke, and he was somebody she would die for. And that's exactly what she was doing.
The kid knew it too, she was always smart that way. And as much as Thalia loved Annabeth, she had always despised her for being Luke's favorite. I mean, why wouldn't she be? Thalia was just a 12 year old that liked uncommon bands and leather clothing. And she was a cute 7 year old who knew the answer to almost anything and could be ticklish yet kill a hellhound at the same time.
But Thalia would miss her. She would miss the way that she tugged on her pant leg when she wanted something. She would miss the way the Goatboy would eat litter off the ground when he was nervous. She would miss the way Luke looked at her.
Luke tried to go. He really did. But he found himself standing right outside of the camp gates, right outside of protection. He just watched her. And he would regret just watching every day for the rest of his life.
She laid there. Brave. She was brave enough to die. And he would make the gods notice that. Luke would make the gods pay for letting her die.