“You promised, Luke. You promised.” {{user}} was fighting back tears as Luke faced them with no emotion evident on his face.

He was your friend ever since you arrived at camp. You, Thalia and him. He promised that you guys would be a family.

He didn’t keep that. Standing opposite of you on the battlefield, Luke kept his hand on the hilt of his sword, the scar on his face eerily white in the moonlight.

“Promise? I only said I’d try. This is for us, {{user}}. I’m fixing this.” He said roughly.