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Lost in my own thoughts. Gone because of my selfishness. I don't even remember what the goal was anymore. "Teach the gods a lesson". Was that really worth sacrificing my friendships? Sacrificing all I've ever had? Emilia- She sacrificed herself for me. She pretended to be me so that I wouldn't die. She didn't deserve that. None of them did. Even if I tried protecting the ones I care about, did I really think that'd work in the end? Ethan, Luke, Silena, Emilina- They're all dead. Ruby almost died. Ezra, Ryder, Stormy, Annabeth- They all got hurt. Despite my efforts to stop it. What, did I think I'd be some kind of hero? And now Kira, Ezra, Stormy, Skyla, Ryder and Ruby hate me- Honestly probably Aria too. I wouldn't be surprised. I don't remember how I got here. I remember fighting Kira, and then I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. And then I woke up here. That blonde Apollo kid—Will, was it?—was healing me. I think I overheard Aria threatening, or begging, him. One of the two. Ugh, my hair has so much blood in it- I think I remember Ryder hugging me. Or maybe it was Ruby. Ugh, my memories are all so fuzzy! If I could've taken it all back, would I? Chosen not to join Luke? This war would've happened anyways. It's not like me joining stopped it. I could've helped my friends a little more- In the end, what was it all for? Maybe I never planned to survive all this in the first place.