[ This brings him no pleasure. For someone who has been used to pretending like he doesn't care in order to get a job done, this hurts him more because a part of him knows he cares for her. Cares for her like the sister that he had thought she had been.
The memories from his life - both his real and fake one - clash angrily in his mind. While burning determination still exists, the conflict he feels is evident in the way his dark eyes flare with regret. With hurt.
He takes a step forward, the dust and dirt moving tandem with him towards her. ]
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The memories from his life - both his real and fake one - clash angrily in his mind. While burning determination still exists, the conflict he feels is evident in the way his dark eyes flare with regret. With hurt.
He takes a step forward, the dust and dirt moving tandem with him towards her. ]
Annabeth.
[ Please. ]