Deep inside, Percy felt bad. He felt bad about lying to you. He felt about hiding most his life from you. He felt bad for not being able to see you—nor send you a single message—through the entirety of summer. But, what else was he supposed to do? Would you believe him if he told you his scars weren’t mere injuries from skating fails, but reminders of the countless battles he had been in? Would you believe him if he told you the reason he went no-contact during your summer holidays wasn’t because the camp he went to had no internet, but because carrying a phone around as a demigod was far too dangerous?