[ living with Mr. D as a director of Camp Half Blood certainly taught him not to underestimate anyone. he's seen the madness that stems from that guy's domain, both on the Greek and Roman side. it's weird, though, to long for one side of the guy more than the other. Bacchus is seriously something else, but he's getting caught up in his head again.

Percy zones in on actual cuties and tries not to act like blushing is a big deal. it's not. ] Not really. I mean, no offense or anything, I'm sure you're great at it. [ Percy, no. ] But it's a long story.

If you want the Cliff Notes version, I'm worried about my friends. It's hard to enjoy everything going on here when I can't stop thinking that they're in danger. [ why is he venting? when have the gods ever shown that they care about anyone's issues more than their own? there'd been a time where he foolishly hoped they could change but now, now he's not so certain he'd been right about them. maybe Hermes was the smart one. he can venture a guess on which one she is. pink, flowers, golden light. but bad stuff comes from guessing the wrong name for a goddess. ] Aren't you worried?

[ if they can hold a goddess, no, he doesn't want to think about how unlikely his odds of getting out are if she can't. ]