No. I'm still waiting for something more permanent. [ in terms of peace, at least. she feels like she's been building permanence in other ways. ]

[ how long had she so thoroughly tried to reject her mortal half, on the basis of her mortal family so solidly rejecting her first? and here she is now, wanting to run away from the godly half. annabeth looks at claire almost studiously for a few moments as she eats another bite of cake, then drops her gaze to the food instead so she doesn't have to keep eye contact. ]

Maybe it's the mortal part that's more appealing. [ she shoves another piece in her mouth, continuing to somewhat grumpily eat her way through her feelings. ]

My mother is a war god. So are... the Heralds. [ she squeezes the fork. ] I'm part war god. I don't... want to be like that. Like the Heralds.