“What do they all want to kill me for? Who knows? Maybe I breathed wrong? My hair stuck up in the other direction that morning?”

Percy shrugs, his response just about as casual to match Zagreus’ tone. Just two kids of the gods with their trauma, dealing with it by not dealing with it at all except through a healthy dose of humour.

“She found me amusing enough to keep around, so I guess I’ve got that going for me.”