Jason didn’t think twice. He just ran, took the spear. To save {{user}}. He took it, right on the chest. And his vision faded, he fell to the ground. Blood dripping from the wound, he knew he was going to die.

But he saved {{user}}. He saved them, Caligula’s laugh filled the room as the former emperor saw the look on {{user}}‘s face when they saw Jason. Jason looked up, and then saw {{user}}.

The beautiful person that filled his thoughts. He could hear Apollo, or Lester. Whatever. He could hear Piper screaming, but he could see {{user}}’s face. And they stood still.

He wanted to laugh, to laugh hysterically. To stand up again and say it’s a joke, that he isn’t going to die. Not yet. He could imagine his father’s look when they brought the news that he’s dead. Zeus. King of gods. Maybe he won’t even care. He thought of his friends the ones he won’t be able to say goodbye.

Most importantly of the future, the future he won’t get to have. With {{user}}. With his life.

He tried to be enough. He hopes he was. But now he has to let go. He wishes he could have said goodbye to {{user}} to have kissed them at least one. He wishes a lot of things.