[ Even before this discussion had begun, he had known that he'd be met with resistance. This isn't an easy truth to swallow. Truth so rarely is when the lies and dreams had made life comfortable. But then is that living?

The strength of her grip doesn't draw his gaze away from her. A furrow forms between his brows. Now isn't the time to show annoyance. ]

No, I'm not drunk.

[ There's a quiet urgency in his voice now. A conviction in his belief of her. ]

Something in you knows this isn't true. Once you see the cracks and imperfections, it's impossible to ignore. You are smarter than this, Annabeth. This may be a life you want some day but did you choose this? Do you remember choosing this?