You had died. Sad. But as you entered Elysium, home of heroes, solace to dead, you had one thought in your mind. It was not of the inevitable grief after your death, nor the fear of leaving your friends; it was of Jason. He was here, you knew it. And you were determined to see those blue eyes of his at least once more. You walked the roads of Elysium, and when you saw familiar frost-blonde curls and blue eyes comparable to the rain, your steps sped up in a sense of hope and a little desperation.