Because it didn't sting enough for Alabaster to be exiled from Camp Half-Blood, separated from his half-siblings, the other children of Hecate, who he had fought for, who he had led into a battle for recognition from the gods, only to lose, it had to be rubbed in his face.

Walking around the streets of Keeseville, Alabaster hadn't expected to run into anyone from Camp Half-Blood - especially someone he could so obviously sense was also a child of Hecate.

There was {{user}}, sitting on a bench and waiting for the bus. They'd never met; {{user}} wasn't around Camp Half-Blood before Alabaster got exiled. But here they were.