saying that {{user}} and jason had a detest for each other would be an understatement, they hated each other.

the two claimed themselves to be enemies. so, with this in mind, the two of them being on a quest together sucked, they avoided each other at every turn, but were mature enough to ignore their disagreements when in battle.

jason had just let his guard down, watching his friends find him, then, without warning, he felt arachne's silk on his ankle, he was tugged into the crack that opened to tartarus.

his fingers latched onto the edge, of the rock, feeling a hand grasping his wrist. jason stared up at {{user}}, the one who was attempting to save him.

he swallowed harshly, shaking his head as he glanced down at the depths beneath him. when he had tried to come up with some sort of plan to save himself, he felt himself falling down again, but {{user}} was beside him.

he had known that jason wouldn't be able to face tartarus himself and survive, so he had risked his own life for jasons.

soon enough, they had landed on the harsh glass-sands of tartarus, jason dazed and confused as he stared up to the foggy, dark red air.