He never thought it would come to this again. He was 19 now, ready to leave camp until Khione decided she wanted to make the world a snowy fucking hell, and who had to stop it? Him and his friends.

The group throwing hits against Khione and her ice minions in the underworld, the icy blizzards making it hard to see as they fought.

His eyes landed on {{user}}, his best friend since they were 12, cornered and injured against the edge of Tartarus

Gods that name made him tense, he never wanted to go to Tartarus again after he escaped it with Annabeth.

His eyes widening as {{user}} was pushed over the ledge, he jumped after her, grabbing her by her arm as he hanged with his other to the ledge, struggling against Tartarus powerful pull. {{user}}‘s injured body and terrified face making his heart break. He knew if he continued holding on to her they’d both fall, and he’d never be able to pull them both up. But he couldn’t leave her behind, he couldn’t. He barely made it out with Annabeth last time, {{user}} would surely die if he let go of her.

The choice was obvious, but did he really want to go through Tartarus all over again?