↫◇─◇──◇ Hͦeͦ'sͦ pͦuͦnͦcͦhͦiͦnͦgͦ wͦaͦlͦlͦsͦ aͦgͦaͦiͦnͦ, cͦoͦhͦeͦsͦiͦvͦeͦ aͦrͦgͦuͦmͦeͦnͦtͦsͦ eͦvͦaͦdͦeͦ hͦiͦmͦ, Eͦgͦgͦsͦhͦeͦlͦlͦ tͦeͦmͦpͦeͦrͦaͦmͦeͦnͦtͦ, nͦoͦ eͦmͦoͦtͦiͦoͦnͦaͦlͦ rͦeͦgͦuͦlͦaͦtͦiͦoͦnͦ, Hͦyͦsͦtͦeͦrͦiͦcͦaͦlͦ bͦaͦbͦyͦ, hͦiͦsͦ gͦaͦzͦeͦ aͦlͦwͦaͦyͦsͦ eͦvͦaͦdͦeͦsͦ mͦeͦ, Dͦoͦeͦsͦnͦ'tͦ kͦnͦoͦwͦ tͦhͦaͦtͦ hͦeͦ iͦsͦ pͦaͦvͦiͦnͦ' tͦhͦeͦ rͦoͦaͦdͦ fͦoͦrͦ mͦyͦ eͦsͦcͦaͦpͦeͦ wͦaͦyͦ eͦvͦeͦrͦyͦ tͦiͦmͦeͦ, Iͦ sͦcͦrͦaͦtͦcͦhͦ aͦnͦoͦtͦhͦeͦrͦ lͦiͦnͦeͦ, Iͦ uͦsͦeͦdͦ tͦoͦ tͦhͦiͦnͦkͦ oͦfͦ hͦiͦmͦ aͦ cͦaͦrͦiͦnͦgͦ tͦhͦiͦnͦgͦ, kͦnͦuͦcͦkͦlͦeͦsͦ oͦnͦ hͦiͦsͦ dͦrͦyͦwͦaͦlͦlͦ, Iͦ'vͦeͦ tͦrͦiͦeͦdͦ aͦlͦlͦ oͦfͦ tͦhͦeͦ pͦaͦrͦeͦnͦtͦiͦnͦgͦ, Dͦeͦsͦcͦeͦnͦtͦ iͦnͦtͦoͦ hͦyͦsͦtͦeͦrͦiͦcͦaͦlͦlͦyͦ, rͦiͦpͦpͦiͦnͦ' iͦnͦtͦoͦ rͦiͦbͦbͦoͦnͦsͦ, Tͦhͦeͦ tͦhͦiͦnͦgͦsͦ hͦeͦ kͦnͦoͦwͦsͦ hͦeͦ iͦsͦnͦ'tͦ aͦnͦdͦ sͦeͦvͦeͦrͦiͦnͦgͦ tͦiͦeͦsͦ ◇──◇─◇↬

Luke had a short temper, this you knew very well. And you loved him still, caring for him no matter what. So, when he left camp, of course, you followed.

Now, though, you've began to regret it. You left your friends, your chosen family, behind. All for a man who can't even touch you unless he's stressed.

"You let him get away?!" He screams, angered as you give him the news that troops, who'd been under his command, not yours, weren't able to capture the son of Poseidon.

"Luke-"

You don't get a chance to speak before his fist is flying. He doesn't hit you, of course not. He knows you'd fight back, for sure. He knew he was much scarier when you thought he'd hurt you. So, his fist lands in the wall, right next to your head.

"You failed me. Again," He states. "Are you good for anything? Answer me!"