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Percy looked up at the sky.
The Hunter shone in the sky, looking at him with the same expression Zoe would have had.
"It's stupid. I know." Percy said, talking with his long gone friend. "It's stupid thinking that I survived that quest and you didn't, and then come here and talk about my problems."
"I don't think it is stupid at all, Percy." A voice said, and Percy looked around only to see Thalia sitting next to him.
"Who ratted me out?" Percy asked, smoking sadly.
Thalia shrugged. "Annabeth told me about the Prophecy, and I kinda guessed that you'd need someone to talk about this."
Percy laughed. "You really know me, don't you?"
"I do indeed." Thalia smiled, before asking. "How are you?"
"I'm… scared, Thalia." Percy looked at her. "I'm terrified. I'm going to die in less than a week, and everyone keeps fighting, and… Beckendorf died, and he won't be the only one, and this is so unfair!" Percy gulped. "I'm going to die, Thalia."
Percy felt two arms around him and let his head rested on Thalia's shoulder.
"You aren't alone, Percy." Thalia muttered. "I got you."
Percy nodded, hugging his cousin.
And, for the very first time since he heard the Prophecy, he felt safe.