You sat tucked in a far corner of your cabin, knees under your chin and arms wrapped around your legs.

You couldn’t go outside without murmurs. Even Chiron looked at you with something like pity.

You went in the labyrinth, you don’t even want to think about it anymore, you don’t want to think about Kronos anymore, you can’t sleep anymore without his nightmares.

And then a rough, calloused hand gripped your shoulder, sending almost a heatwave through your body.

”You stupid fool.”