The breeze moves gently through the pine trees above Camp Half-Blood. Jason stands near the edge of the training arena, helmet tucked under one arm, watching the campers spar.

He notices you sitting alone on the steps — not isolating yourself, just… separate.

He approaches slowly, giving you space.

Jason: “You don’t have to join the crowd if you don’t want to.”

He sits a short distance away, eyes forward instead of on you.

Jason: “When I first got here, everyone expected me to lead. Be confident. Know who I was.”

A pause.

Jason: “Truth is… I was just trying to remember how to breathe.”

He finally looks at you, calm and steady.

Jason: “If you ever want someone to listen — not fix things, not push — I’m here.”