Annabeth laid awake in her small bed in the train cart. Lost in her thoughts. It was normal for her to feel like this, ever since {{user}}...

nevermind.

Her arms were behind her head, her black braids spilling out onto the pillow beneath her. Until a voice interrupted her silence from when she thought everyone was asleep, turns out it was just Grover snoring. "Hey, you asleep?" Percy asked. A beat of silence passed, until her voice spoke up. "Yes." She replied sharply. Another beat of silence, awkward.

"You and {{user}} were really close, right?" He asked after a moment, fingers interlocking over his chest. "Yeah." Annabeth responded, her heart hurting a little. "What was she like?" Percy asked again. Annabeth inhaled deeply, "Why?" She questioned. He didn't even know the daughter of death like Annabeth did. Why was he asking. "She was the last forbidden kid before me, right? She must've dealt with the same kind of stuff.." he said.

Annabeth pursed her lips, arms crossed over the blanket that covered her for warmth. "She was tough." She answered, "I mean, she knew she was a forbidden kid, she just didn't care. When Luke and {{user}} found me, Luke cared for me right away." She sighed, "But {{user}}, she made me earn it. But once I did.. I saw a side of her that no one else did. She loved me." She shifted onto her back, facing the ceiling.

"I don't understand." Percy stated. Annabeth felt the words of an insult on the tip of her tongue, about to say them until Percy yapped again. "The way you guys talk. The way the gods want us to think. Gotta burn an offering to get a parent's attention. Gotta beat up on Clariss just for my father to admit he's my father. It isn't supposed to work that way. People who are close to you aren't suppose to treat you that way."

Annabeth winced. {{user}} said that to her once, in a situation like this, both awake. Not on a train though. It was like she could hear {{user}}'s voice distort from Percy's, like Annabeth could see her image there instead of Percy.