[ he's right, on both counts. it's hardly the first time, and it's never on purpose. but something in annabeth's chest always cleaves when he forgets her. she's spent so much of her time ensuring she will not be forgotten as a god, and cassian does it every time he dusts. the worst part is she can't do anything about it even with all that power at her fingertips. there's no fix, no magic, it's simply out of her range, and it drives her crazy. ]
I know that. [ the 'but' hands in the air. he's her brother, he knows how she feels about it; she doesn't feel the need to rehash it and acknowledge any hurt. it's a cycle they repeat every time they come back together like this, and each time annabeth fears his memory of her will truly be gone. ]
[ it's not this time though. her sword vanishes much like the helmet, and she starts towards him. ]
You're still stupid for it. [ listen. even old immortal gods can't escape stupid sibling energy. ]
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I know that. [ the 'but' hands in the air. he's her brother, he knows how she feels about it; she doesn't feel the need to rehash it and acknowledge any hurt. it's a cycle they repeat every time they come back together like this, and each time annabeth fears his memory of her will truly be gone. ]
[ it's not this time though. her sword vanishes much like the helmet, and she starts towards him. ]
You're still stupid for it. [ listen. even old immortal gods can't escape stupid sibling energy. ]