You never know who some truly is.

Luke taught Percy that.

You never see the knife until you're too close.

Percy thought he learned his lesson. He was learning to trust people again. Other than Annabeth and Grover. It felt good. Percy was beginning to be happier with the people he gathered.

That ended so very quickly. Working for Nero? The intel you gave to that villain killed many demigods and even his closest friend. One who was supposed to be your friends as well!

You were easy to capture.

No resilience.

"Why?" That was all he asked as he stared at you in a cell, chained to the well. "Why what? Be more specific, Jackson." You smiled evily, which made him feel sick to your stomach. How did he ever trust you? "Why did you give Intel to Nero?"