The February after Luke betrayed camp by stealing the Lightening Bolt, Luke came to visit.

His face were remorseful but his eyes held a certain passion in them. His scarred hands were holding a collection of purple hyacinths. He wore a pitiful smile on his face too.

“I’m sorry for what I’ve don’t but I can fix it. You can help and together we can fix what the gods have done to me, you, to all the unclaimed and claimed.” Luke bargained in pure fleet to bring you onto his side.