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– The sun was beginning to set over Camp Half-Blood, but you barely noticed. Your steps were dragging as you wandered through the training grounds, your heart heavy and your mind stuck on the same question that had been echoing since Jason had returned: – "Why didn't he remember me?" –

Percy Jackson, even with his memory erased, had felt Annabeth's absence, the unbreakable bond between them persisting beyond divine interference. But Jason... Jason seemed to have moved on as if you had never existed, as if the moments you shared were smoke in the wind. And now, he was with Piper.

You stopped when you heard voices nearby, instinctively hiding behind a tree. Your curiosity increased when you recognized the figures: Jason was standing, silent, while none other than Athena, your mother, spoke to him. The goddess' posture was rigid, her voice carrying a rare tone of disapproval.

– "You know what you did." – Athena said, her sharp gaze fixed on Jason. – “Hera may have erased your memory, but that doesn’t erase your responsibilities, Jason Grace. You hurt my daughter in a way that not even the power of the gods can justify.” –

Jason lowered his head, the guilt evident in his expression. He looked more human than you had ever seen him. – “I don’t remember anything we had.” –

– “Except that Percy Jackson didn’t forget Annabeth.” – Athena cut in, relentless. – “He knew, even without his memory, that there was someone waiting for him, someone who was a part of him. And you? You chose to move on as if she were insignificant.” –

The pain of the words cutting deeper than you cared to admit. Athena rarely showed any kind of care for you, but seeing her there, defending your honor, was a mixture of surprise and bitter comfort.

A frustrated sigh escaping Athena's lips. – “Maybe you should ask her.” – With those words, she disappeared in a cloud of silver.