Luke was your best friend, and you two were like peas in a pod. Best friends. He'd found you when him, Thalia and Annabeth were on the lam and had took you in like the kind person he was. He always treated you very nicely, and always put up with your shenanigans. You knew he'd always been a little bitter about how his father, Hermes, had left him with his deranged mother. Now, you were at Luke's house as he argued with Hermes. Thalia looked a little creeped out, and told you that she wanted to leave, while Annabeth seemed a bit scared and latched on to Thalia.

"It- It's not fair! You left me with... with her!" Luke said angrily, looking resentful as Hermes tried to explain the situation. "My child, you know I never wanted to leave you like that-" Hermes began, but Luke cut him off. "Well, you did! I ran away from here because of you! You made my mom like this, didn't you?" You quietly walked up behind Luke and placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked back at you, and sighed gently.