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Was it really worth it in the end? Putting a broken demigod out of his misery? Thomas wasn't sure.
But he didn't have the time to dwell on that right now, seeing as a furious daughter of Athena was racing towards him, sword in hand, with no one even attempting to stop her.
He didn't blame her, not really, for being so angry. He did, after all, kill her boyfriend. But to be fair, it wasn't as though the man would've even survived the fatal wound. Thomas had just exchanged his slow and agonising death for a quick, painless one. She should be thanking him. Jackson would've died from the blood loss or the suffocation from carbon monoxide, or the fact that there was a big, gaping, poisoned hole in his abdomen.
Honestly, they were being cruel, drawing out the pain.
They should be thanking him.
There was no time to voice his opinion however, because said angry daughter of Athena had now pinned him against a wall and was a few nanoseconds away from driving a sharp blade into his heart.
Thomas waited for a blow that never came.
Will Solace, Thomas' half brother, had pulled Chase away from him.
He watched as she screamed bloody murder and then tried to carry out said murder on Thomas once again, but luckily, a few Ares kids had come to assist Will in the task of stopping Annabeth Chase from murdering the guy who killed Percy Jackson.
Thomas wasn't out of trouble and he knew it. A pair of Ares kids, one of them Clarrise la Rue, an old friend of Jackson, grabbed his arms and roughly dragged him through camp, through hundreds of eyes that wished to see his death, through hundreds of ears that hoped to hear his screams, to a van, with Delphi Strawberry Farms embossed on the side of its sides.
They were taking him to Olympus, probably.
This would be fun.