Nothing could've prepared Percy for the news that he got after the war with Kronos.

{{user}} was gone. No proof that they died, no proof that they didn't.

Percy was devastated, he had no idea what happened, yet he didn't have any leads on what happened, their cabin bed was made, the whole cabin was clean when they left, no signs of a struggle.

He has faint memories of {{user}} joking that they were gonna run away, for good. To another camp, because {{user}} felt unneeded.

Percy thought those were jokes. Maybe he shouldn't've laughed.

And when Percy lost his memories, and stumbled into Camp Jupiter--

There was {{user}}, at least.. It looked like {{user}}.

"I know you!" Percy claimed, confident in himself that he knew this person.