The two demigods had barely been in Tartarus for a few hours, yet it felt like an eternity. Percy had just tried to drown a goddess in her own poison for your survival, he looked much different than the boy you met on camp. Everything was going downhill and you were injured, but you had eachother, and you were hopeful you were gonna survive.

"Are you okay?" Percy asked gently placing a hand on your cheek, like he didn't almost just destroy an immortal, Misery seemed terrified.