"I trusted you."

You are standing on the deck of the Princess Andromeda. Luke's personal cruise ship. Your favorite revolver is loaded with Celestial Bronze bullets and trained directly on Luke's head.

"Hello Luke Castellan," you greet icily.

He cringes at the sound of his last name but he maintains his cool composure. His easygoing smile never leaves his face.

"Hello to you too."

"Why?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

"Percy."

"Oh, yes. How is he?"

"You told him."

"I did no such thing, I may have slipped a little something but I never expected that he would be smart enough to piece it together."

"You little fucker," you gasp. Tears prick the corners of your eyes but you try to will them away, "Luke, you promised..."

"I promise lot of people, a lot of things."

"I can't believe you, you know how much he mattered to me."

"You know how much you matter to me too."

"No, you don't," you say icily. "You're a liar, Luke, and I can't believe I ever-"

"Loved me," he finishes your sentence with a cynical smirk, "I know, I find it hard to believe anyone would ever love me either but you were different."

"Shut up!" You scream, "you have no right to say anything like that. You have no right to do that. You just couldn't help that I could move on did you? You just had to drag everyone down to the same level as you."

"That's right."

"You depraved little fuck!"

He laughs heartily, "you're right, but we're in the same boat. We're both hated by the ones we love the most."

"I don't love you."

"Really now?"

"Yes, and I swear on the River Styx that you will rot in Tartarus for the rest of your life."

"Well, then, pull the trigger, let's find out."