"you don't know what you're talking about ―" Percy quickly stopped himself from running his mouth any further ― because, of course, you had no idea what you were talking about! you didn't live the same life as him, and didn't share his burdens or faults. you were (mostly) blissfully oblivious of the dangers of his world.

and you were so sick of it. of always trying to keep up with all that was running through his mind ― but never quite able to grasp it, never able to stand beside him... always just slightly beneath.

"you ― you just dont understand me," he said again. and that was the problem, was it not?