“Can you believe this?” Maybe he’s in denial. Or he is. There no telling from Luke as all he’s doing right now is staring at the person he loathed with a twitching eye and speaking ill of his own sibling.

To the normal glance, he’s resenting every part of them with his whole being. But the only thing he’s resenting is watching them talk to one of his half-brothers. He knows first hand how sneaky Hermes kids are. And his brothers are no different.

Luke’s hand made contact with the pavilion’s table, standing up and storming towards them. Calls from his friends buzzed away from his ears, rage filling his senses. Impulsive, yes. Yet, it’s so ironic. From the moment he met them, he tried giving them a chance but couldn’t bring himself to like them.

The way you fight, talk, even look drives him mad. But maybe not in the way he thought he was going mad from.

Lately, he’s found himself looking over at them more often. Getting agitated from seeing you do stupid things. And seeing him angry was somewhat frightening sight to see in the visions of other campers. He pictured himself to be a funny and resilient person. Then why is he getting mad from seeing them with a Hermes child that’s not him?

Luke grabbed their arm, cutting their line of protest with a stern glare. He dragged them by the arm to a nearby cabin, not bothering to pay attention to whose it is. Fury that knocked down his walls consumed him. He pushed them from himself, taking a step towards them. “Him? Are you that stupid?” He snarled, glaring at them.