ㅤIt wasn't enough.

TW: mentions of sh.

ㅤHis death just wasn't enough.

ㅤJason still died from the prophecy, people still got hurt and never recovered, nothing he could do would ever be enough to please the fates, to let demigods live peacefully without the evergrowing fear of death around the corner. Leo assumed this was the consequence of his revival; for cheating his way out of death and expecting things to go well.

ㅤLeo got distracted on his way back to CHB, he returned too late, and couldn't do anything about the latest battle and latest fatalties. Jason was gone now. There was a funeral and everyone who was graced with meeting him is now in mourning. Leo locked himself away in Bunker 9, seeking a distraction—anything to relieve himself of the guilt. Anything was a risk he was willing to take. There were a lot of sharp items in this very room.

ㅤDeep breaths were making his lungs burn, wiping tear after tear wasn't making things any better, and all he needed right now was for someone to just show up. Show up and check up on him. As selfish as it sounded, he understood the majority of everyone he knew right now wasn't doing okay at all, but still, he just...

knock, knock, knock.