"watered down, and this town has lost its faith. That our colors will fade.. eventually."

He somehow survived, he survived instead of dying as a hero, how embarrassing.

..as everyone was celebrating he was off sitting to the side. Frowning as he kicked himself over.

When, someone came and joined him, looking down at them his gaze ever so slightly, by a fraction, softened.

..{{user}}, one of, if not his only friend. A Greek placed here long ago by Juno. Hah..seems she does that alot.

He and yourself were around and in camp the same amount of time, so, you had naturally grown close. Surprisingly

"..aren't you going to enjoy the event?"

He asked as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall

"..are we still friends?"

You asked, which caught him by surprise. "Of course, how could you ask that??" He scoffed. Watching your facial expressions.

"...i thought you'd hate me since i was Greek.. apparently.."

You said. Ah... That's..right, he forgot...about that.

"Oh."