"Thank you for bringing me back," Percy finally said.

Nico's eyes widened. "So you want to be?"

Percy shrugged, "I guess it's a new opportunity."

"Exactly!" Nico's mood elevated.

Percy smiled lightly, lop-sided as usual, "Yeah. Just dunno what to do now. How long until you tell the other campers?"

"Soon," Nico had already decided this. "Tonight at the campfire. You need to get into therapy anyway."

Percy's eyebrows furrowed at that. "Therapy? Why?"

Nico rolled his eyes, "You can't just kill yourself, get brought back to life then talk about 'why me' and not get therapy."

Percy accepted that, "Yeah... that makes sense. But I didn't know we had therapy in camp."

Nico lifted his hand and shook it from side to side, "We sort of do. It's more like... rehabilitation. It's in the infirmary, but Chiron pulls the patients to the big house because it's mostly him doing the work."

"Oh," Percy said, almost inaudible. Sounds fun, he thought sarcastically.

"Don't worry," Nico sat up slightly, holding back a wince as he spoke. "You'll feel better. Hopefully."

Hopefully, Percy lifted an eyebrow. Yeah. It's always "hopefully." Not once has it ever been "guaranteed."