Hi. Thanks for the reviews. Almost to the ninetieth chapter. That's insane, I say. INSANE. Ok, um, thanks again to Sophia and HB for reviewing. And Bob, thanks for sticking up for me and not outright swearing (I'm about to be a hypocrite in two paragraphs though). It means a lot you guys. I'll never be able to explain fully, but it really means a lot. Especially now for me... It means a lot. Anyways, my poll is always up. Yeah. I own nothing, which is stupid, but you can enjoy the chapter cause it always a yay for you.

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Percy's POV

They all took it differently. Anne broke down sobbing, Artemis glared at me and went to comfort my sister, and Thalia stared at me. Finally, she spoke. And I didn't exactly like what I heard.

"Why are you like this? Who did this to you?"

For a second I was confused. Then I said, "I've always been like this. You just haven't been looking."

Thalia shook her head. "No. You aren't my cousin. You aren't my brother. You aren't the hero I know and love. You aren't Percy Jackson."

I scowled, forgetting the knife. As it fell to the griund, I thought to myself, "I've always been Percy Jackson. She just hasn't been looking. I'm not different. She is."

I couldn't help the small voice that piped up in the back of my mind. "Really?"

I must've stared off into space for a long time, because when I retook in my surroundings, Thalia was looking at me concerned.

"Percy? Percy are you okay?" She desperately asked.

Slowly, I cocked my head to the side and studied her. Then, with a (most likely) vacant look on my face, I hesitantly nodded.

The worry on Thalia's face didn't waver. If anything, it became stronger. "Percy? Speak to me! Speak to me Percy!"

I didnt do anything. Even if I was aware of Thalia and what she was saying, it was like I was off in another place. My thoughts had me trapped, the truth crushing down on me.

I've changed. I'm different. I've holed up inside myself, hiding from everything. Secretive, not telling my best friends or my family things I should've. I lie, I'm a liar. I'm spreading false information about myself, about everything. People that trusted me won't be able to do so anymore. Peter, Nico, Annabeth, look where trusting me got them. Thalia, Anne, Artemis, they're stuck down here with a psycho (me) for trusting me. Chiron, Poseidon, Apollo, waiting for the demigod's that'll never come home. Mom and Paul, waiting for a son to return that's already gone. Grover, the rest of the Seven, and... Daisy, waiting for a friend that's already lied and abandoned them. He's already abandoned hope.

Thats who I am now. Not the guy I thought I was, cool and collected. No, I'm the kid sneaking around at night with a duffle bag. I'm pathetic.

Two hands gripping my shoulders, then shaking me, ripped me from my morbid thoughts.

"W-wha...?" I mumbled.

There was Thalia, fear and sibling love in her electric blue eyes.

"Percy! Percy, get a grip, okay?" She frantically yelled, even if we were about a foot apart.

Withiut speaking, I let my gaze wander to her surroundings. Anne was directly to Thalia's right side, gazing at me with the exact same expression Thalia has on. Artemis was a step or two behind them, worry stretched across her face as well. I'm not surprised she was father away. In fact, I'm shocked she came this close to me. After all, I'm a no good male.

Again, I got lost in thought. Even the constant shaking by Thalia couldn't bring me back to Earth. Finally, a sudden burning sensation on my face captured my wandering attention.

"Ow!" I yelped, my hand flying to my red cheek. "What did you do that for?"

"To return you to Earth. You were daydreaming for almost an hour. Nothing we did could get you back. So I slapped you." Usually, Thalia would be smirking and resisting the urge to laugh at me. Now, however, tears were gathered at the edges of her eyes and her lips were fulled into a frown. This is reminded me of the situation, and I sank back into my chair I was in, burying my face in my hands as I hunched over, brining my legs up till the backs of my pants rested on my knees.

"I deserved it," I groan from my position. It sounded slightly muffled, no doubt due to the many limbs I covered my face with.

I received another slap. "No you didn't! Why would you deserve it?"

I mi whispered the answer to her question, then asked again to repeat it louder. It was only hear the first time by my knees. "Because I'm an awful person! Look where trusting me got people. I should get another slap. Do it."

Drawing my face out of the safe haven of my body, I tilted it Howard's towards Thalia and turned my cheek to her. "Do it. Do it!"