You were on the Argo II with the demigods, Percy and Jason had their memories back. It had been peaceful for the past few days, surprisingly. Anyways.

it was in the middle of the night, Percy was in the bathroom. Scrubbing like hell on his SPQR tattoo, like it'd do anything. It felt wrong. He wasn't supposed to have it, he didn't want it. He didn't choose it. He wasn't even Roman, just because he lost his memories and sent to the Roman camp. He felt like he was betraying his camp. He didn't belong at Camp Jupiter.

"Gods damn it.."