(A/N So, I am continuing not offer no promises on an update schedule because I can't write this in order for whatever reason. I had to get through three other scenes before I could actually complete this bit of jumping around reactions. We'll see how it goes from here.

Annabeth's baby does have a name. I'm just an idiot and posted the last chapter without proofing it.

Thanks again for the support!

Enjoy!)

Thalia

Thalia was still...shaken. Percy was one of her best friends, and he'd died. She still couldn't accept that, not really. His accepting godhood was just as difficult to come to terms with. She wanted to be happy-her friend was now immortal beside her-but was he still Percy?

Forcing herself to think of the positive, she reminded herself Estelle was safe before joining Reyna at the fire.

Artemis seemed distracted and she idly wondered where else the goddess might be. She was fiddling with her ring again. From what Thalia saw, Artemis rarely actually looked at it, but had developed a nervous tic of spinning it around her finger. She always wore it, no matter what form she took. She hated that her curiosity had taken on the mystery behind the ring and was even more baffled by the fact the veins of gold remained in the ruby ring.

It had to be magical. Was it connected to Artemis' emotions? Had she grieved Percy's death enough for it to show rot? Or maybe she was being empathetic to Estelle? But she'd never seen it change color before.

"You're crackling." Thalia looked up and saw Reyna gesturing towards her bracelet, which had a few sparks popping off it.
"Right. Sorry."

"What's on your mind?"

"Failing at coming to terms with some things, so I'm distracting myself with a puzzle instead."

"He will be fine, Thalia. I watched him practically challenge Mars with no memory of his former life. It's like the fates designed him for this role."

"Yeah… I can see that… I just am finding it hard to accept it."

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Aphrodite

NO!

This could not be happening.

How did this happen?

Aphrodite strode back and forth, throwing her arms around as she paced.

She now had to watch them avoid each other for eternity. She had to smile and pretend everything was okay, all while perfectly aware of two halves refusing to complete each other. And they would complete each other so well!

She broke her promise to Artemis. He wouldn't be happy. She couldn't create happiness in a romantic relationship for him and now he would suffer every time one of his loved ones died!

And by breaking that promise she fell into the wrath of his domain! Could she defend herself before incurring whatever punishment he delved out? Was he actually going to start punishing people for such crimes?

She shivered, imagining the power he possessed and held over all the gods.

He hadn't acted against anyone yet, so it would be fine…

But if she did get the chance to defend herself what would she even say? 'You refused the happiness I offered you repeatedly and now I'm stuck here. If you're going to judge me will you admit it's your fault?'

And what if Artemis asked about the string?

Aphrodite could still see it. She never stopped seeing it. But Artemis should have been able to see the ring until his death. He died, so is it gone? Will she figure out that its disappearance corresponded to Percy's death?

Too many questions.

Too many variables.

She needed to calm down. She needed… a manicure!

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Themis

Themis sat alone, as was her custom. She liked being apart from the Olympians, as it was better to observe. She didn't often interfere directly, just advised as necessary. Much of her attention was set towards the Moirai. They wove fate as they chose and she did her best to steer them to a fair and just course. Their power was worrying, but they'd gone this long without causing lasting calamity, so she would continue to keep her distance.

Many were pushing the bounds of Ancient Law in recent years. Apollo, Zeus, and Poseidon had yet to actually break the laws that she'd bound them to, but more than once she'd given them warning and light punishment. Nothing the world at large, or even the other Olympians, could detect, but enough to discourage their recklessness.

At the moment she was watching Perseus Jackson. The godling was an interesting specimen. He'd led a mortal life that none could call fair. Loss, pain, and responsibility had followed him all the way to his grave and beyond. He was now responsible for holding Olympus accountable for the oaths they swore.

And he was looking for her.

He used an amusing tactic, offering part of a mortal meal to her. She knew he could now smell a mixture of iron and bay leaves. She noted him summoning a scale and placing incense on it before sitting in what appeared to be meditation.

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Percy

"I am here."

Percy jumped at the calm and heavy feminine voice that disrupted his concentration. Looking up he immediately knew the being before him was the titan goddess Themis.

"Lady Themis. I am grateful for your visit."

"No false pleasantries, please. I am well aware of how little you think of my kind."

"That's not true," he protested indignantly. "I think little of immortal's actions and inaction. Not the immortals themselves. Maybe there's a few exceptions, like Ares," he added with a grin. To his relief she let out a chuckle.

"And what of my actions? How am I to be judged?"

"I don't like the Ancient Laws, but I...understand them a little more now."

"An honest answer, how refreshing. Now, why did you call me?"

"Well, my domain includes passing judgement on oathbreakers. I wanted to ask if I may seek council in my judgement. At least for the time being."

"You don't have all the answers already?"

He laughed. No, he didn't even have half the answers and he didn't really have the people he used to rely on either.

"I'm not unbiased. I will need help."

"I have just come to a decision, Perseus Jackson."

He cringed at her use of his full name; it was getting harder and harder to avoid.

"And what's that?"

"I like you, godling," she spoke with a smile. "Until we meet again," she inclined her head and drifted away, leaving Percy to wonder if he could rely on her for assistance or not.