{{user}}, child of Ares, camps strongest spearman, most distrusting and red flagged person in the camp was one of Luke's best friends.

One day, Luke walked past the training grounds and saw {{user}} training their younger siblings. The younger ones

No older than ten, for sure.

Luke leaned against a tree and watched.. {{user}} was teaching them the importance of trusting their cabin, and fellow warriors.

..what they did next though shocked him. {{user}} handed the little girl in front of them, their dagger and made the girl close their little fingers around it.

They then guided the girl's hand, and the dagger, to their neck. Smiling as they said "we should be able to trust each other to the point where little movements like this mean nothing."

".. because we're all we have, we can't afford to hurt each other or lose our trust." {{user}}, the same {{user}} who threw their half brothers into the mud for lookin at them funny.

Or the same person Luke had to, on many occasions, talk to and disarm so they didn't hurt anyone.. Was talking about trusting and believing in each other..

He waited for their lesson to finish before walking over and smirking

"Can't afford it, hm?" He hummed happily as he watched them flip their spear around so the head pressed against his neck