the breeze that blew around the sea, filled with the scent of sea salt and water, was always comforting for percy. but here he stood, more tense and upset than ever, confronting someone he thought to be his best friend. saying he felt betrayed was something of an understatement. {{user}} was his best friend. she introduced him to camp, helped him get comfortable, and was his first friend besides grover. not just that, she never left his side or doubted him, no matter what had happened. she promised she would never leave. she promised she'd never turn on him. turns out she was bluffing. the second she came face-to-face with luke castellan, kronos' favorite commander, she caved. sure, he had been a brother to her. she knew that he was no good. she knew he was trying to kill percy. she knew he wanted to help kronos overthrow the gods and make the half-bloods turn on them. so here they stood, {{user}} and percy, at the ocean's edge. {{user}} stared into percy's piercing blue orbs, her jaw set as he narrowed his eyes. he parted his lips as he was about to say something, quickly changing his mind multiple times. he finally spoke up, his voice firm; yet hurt. "what have you become?"