The sound of wind, rain, and lighting screeched against the walls of the Praetor's cabin, two rooms with a dry-wall separating them.

Jason had come back a few months ago, and he's barely spoken to {{user}}, the two used to be bestfriends, knowing everything about each other. Friends to death.

It made {{user}} sick, knowing that if Juno didn't choose him, he still would've been there. It just made {{user}} hate the gods more and more.

"...Morning." He muttered, walking out of his room and looking at {{user}} reading.