"You do know the phrase fatal flaw isn't meant to be literal, right?"

You sit on Percy's bed in Cabin 3 as he angrily paces in the light of his fish tank. You knew you'd screwed up, even before Percy all but dragged you in here, but there was really nothing you could do now.

You and three other campers had been sent out to take out a small force of monsters gathering not far from camp. You were supposed to be the leader. You were supposed to be the strongest. But you couldn't bring yourself to deliver the final blow. You faltered, and when one of your teammates tried to cover for you, they'd gotten hurt. Tossed to the side like a rag doll right into a tree. The medics are saying they were lucky to have only broken one rib.

"You can't be letting people get hurt because of your own problems."