[ she doesn't remember. it feels like something she should, because she loves percy with her whole soul, why would she not know how they met in the first place? it's been them, for so long, it didn't seem to matter. ]
[ only he thinks it does. between the pleading look in his eyes and the lingering sense that it's important to remember what he asks, she falters. ]
[ but she thinks about what's done here. her treasure trove of accomplishments, her mark on this world, and that feels important too. annabeth shakes her head, a little too fast, almost too desperate a denial. she can feel something inside of her curling with frustration against him and what he says, which only makes her angrier because she doesn't want to be angry with him. ]
There's too much to remember every second of every century. [ missing pieces make sense. she can't seem to look away from his eyes, despite it all. she knows those too well. ]
What matters is what we do. Not - things we forget.
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[ only he thinks it does. between the pleading look in his eyes and the lingering sense that it's important to remember what he asks, she falters. ]
[ but she thinks about what's done here. her treasure trove of accomplishments, her mark on this world, and that feels important too. annabeth shakes her head, a little too fast, almost too desperate a denial. she can feel something inside of her curling with frustration against him and what he says, which only makes her angrier because she doesn't want to be angry with him. ]
There's too much to remember every second of every century. [ missing pieces make sense. she can't seem to look away from his eyes, despite it all. she knows those too well. ]
What matters is what we do. Not - things we forget.