It's not enough no matter how much I do.

The most powerful demigod still had his fatal flaw. His loyalty has crashed and burned, but it was like a Phoenix. It just kept rising from the ashes.

Percy put everyone first, never caring for himself. That wasn't who he is. He had to protect everyone. He was the one people relied on. Percy had no time for weakness. Inky, he couldn't control his weakness around you.

After a half quest, he went to you. A face full of tears and eyes that have seen horrors no kid should see. One of his partners died. He couldn't save them, and Percy couldn't push away the guilt. In your arms, he wept.

"I let them go." Percy sobbed. His tears were heavy. He hadn't cried in nearly a year. "My hands slipped." His voice quivered, and his body started to shake, but your hand rubbing his back soothed him a bit. "I killed them." He cried. If he didn't stop thinking about it like that, the guilt would eat him alive.