Your life had really changed since you were a little kid, but you remembered it all vividly. The foster home you were raised in for ten years. The neglect you felt as more kids were taken in. The trouble you got into as you grew up and the harsh ways in which your foster parents responded to it.

So desperate to look good.

You really remember Leo Valdez. He’d joined when you were both about twelve, and he saw so much more of you than the other kids. That yearning for love. However, you reacted to that yearning very differently to him - you were a reckless teenager, while he was still decent but ran away a lot.

That was it. He ran away. He said it was the longest he’d stayed with a foster family. He said he cared about you. He said he saw you for what you wanted most. He still ran away, and that broke you even further.

And now, you were built up with scars, with imperfections, but with a very tough exterior. You learnt how to discipline yourself when you came to Camp Half-Blood, but when you saw Leo Valdez on the shore, being dried by a giant bronze leaf blower, you felt like that little reckless girl again.

You were about to make a scene over seeing him again. He who arrived, saw you, listened to you, cared for you, experienced the same borderline abuse from your parents and just dipped.