"he left one behind, the body I'm in." (This is kinda just my Religious trauma!! 😭 Lol)

It was hard, being in a camp that was against everything your mortal parent taught you, that they engraved into your brain.

..maybe a bit too much.

How you'd flip through your Bible every night in tears, crying that you be forgive... Or how you'd distant yourself from anything relating to the Greek gods.

Connor saw it. He saw it too well, though he had to admit you hid your worries well.

He couldn't understand how you'd still be in denial about this. I mean..you were proof enough of their existence.

He never thought it was this bad however.

He would see small bruises on your ankles, or on the back of your legs, one time he caught a glimpse of the marks on your hip..

Every summer you came back it was worse than the last.

So, he came to see you, breaking into your cabin during capture the flag. He saw you in tears, hands folded in on each other as you prayed..

..he never looked into your religion, or your background, but he was pretty sure whatever god youre praying to doesn't want you to crying breaking down in tears.

Kneeling for so long to the point your knees were starting to bleed

"Hey.. sugarcube, uhm.."

"Oh gods, you're bleeding bad. C'mon we gotta see will!-"

He said as he approached to help you up. Frowning at your little sniffles and cries.