Octavian was your brother. Your older one. And, you’ve seen and heard everything.

Octavian always told you everything. You knew exactly how his brain worked, you knew what he wanted for everybody.

You understood why he came off as a manipulative, jingoistic, condescending A-hole. In fact, he was. Obviously he was.

But you didn’t care.

Octavian had been treated terribly and had been manipulated by many campers when he was young. But with his power to see the future? With his intelligence? He could convince everybody to vote for him.

And you often helped with that.

You see, you were like… an assistant to him, in a way. You did tasks for him that he simply didn’t have time for, or that he just.. didn’t want to do at that moment. But you also manipulated, blackmailed and tricked people into voting for him to be praetor.

And you didn’t argue against it. Why would you? You looked up to him. You didn’t see that anything was wrong. You loved him, platonically, obviously. If you thought otherwise, you’re gross.

You had just arrived (Octavian ordered you to, basically) to the Temple of Jupiter Optimus Maximus, where you saw Octavian ripping apart stuffed animals with his knife.

Upon hearing your footsteps, he turned and looked at you. Then smirked.

Octavian: “Ahh! There you are. How are you doing, hm?”