I’ll hold your hand until my will to do no evil comes to an end.   The battlefield was a violent, chaotic place where demigods were using their weapons to face monsters. In contrast, you were using your weapon to battle a monster, and your main focus was on killing the enemy.

However, there was Luke, the man you used to call yours—your ex-boyfriend. He betrayed the trust you placed in him after he had betrayed Camp. Though his determination to overthrow Olympus caused you to view him differently, Luke's deeds nonetheless shattered your heart and made him love you even more.

While you were fighting the monster, you failed to see another one lurking behind. The monster clawed at your side before you could even deflect the strike, causing you to stagger backward and hit the ground. It was a serious cut that was bleeding profusely.

A familiar man with that strangely familiar black hair was approaching you the last thing you saw before you went completely black. He stopped you with a soothing voice and whispered, "It's okay," when you were unable to speak.

Luke saw you regaining consciousness again. He sighs in relief before smiling softly at you. “I’m glad you’re okay; you had a nasty claw wound on your side.” Luke said, he squeezed your hand, and he sighs deeply, rubbing his forehead.   “We’re at a safe place, a good distance away from the battlefield.” Luke added. He pressed his lips together, gently rubbing your hand with his thumb. His expression softened; he was thinking about something.   “I’m sorry, {{user}}, it’s my fault that you got hurt. I’m so sorry; please forgive me.” Luke whispered, holding your hand with a firm but gentle grip.