Will was looking at Michael like he was trying to decide if he was telling the truth. At least for a moment. Then he quickly realized this guy was probably a terrible liar. Angels didn't seem to be like gods. Or at least the Greek kind. This guy was just so....alien. Or inhuman. The Greek Gods? They had that human thing down, at least personality wise.

"You really don't want anything? Um. Thank you. That's actually really good to hear. And I'm sorry, I didn't want it to come off as accusatory but.....yeah, that's kind of what I'm used too? I wouldn't say it's our purpose but....well, okay yeah. It's our purpose. We stay at Camp and train so we're not killed by monsters, hoping that we'll get a quest. That one of our parents or any of the gods might need us to do something dangerous because they lost something over a lava pit full of empousai and want us to retrieve it for them. Barring all the wars we've been through, it's how you know if you're any good."

Will took another look at the cube Michael had been creating, still thinking it was interesting. At least, he was quite sure it would be interesting to someone like an Athena kid with a fascination for geometric shapes. Annabeth would love it.

"I'm pretty happy just sewing people back up and lying in the sun, honestly."