You and Cassius were rivals… you hated him. He hated you. It’s always been like that. Ever since he arrived at Camp Jupiter.

Cassius, feeling a bit cocky, had challenged you to a sparring match. Which, you agreed to, hoping you would actually be able to beat him like most times.

During the sparring match, he had injured you bad. Worst that he ever had. He had used both of his imperial gold swords. While sparring, he usually uses one.

You had blacked out and woke up and the son of Orcus was sitting on a chair next to you, fiddling with his thumbs.

“Sorry… idiot.” He muttered. An intense look of guilt was on his face. But you couldn’t tell if it was fake or not.