Like most Roman demigods(and especially Praetors), Jason disliked Greeks.

They were loud, and wild, and rowdy... the list goes on. At least their loyalty was admirable, willing to die for a cause like you were.

You knew it was a suicide mission. Percy wanted to break into the camp to find Annabeth after she had gone missing, and you and only a few other demigods had offered to go.

They quickly retreated when you got impaled in the thigh with an arrow. So much for loyalty.

As your vision blurs, a man in Roman legion armor drops to his knees beside you, and tears off a piece of his Praetor cape to pack the wound.

You lock eyes.

"No demigod left behind."