"I have an idea, a stupid one, but an idea." I said, I didn't want this, but I really think I need it. Everyone looked at me in confusion, but Zeus nodded for me to continue. "Gabe should be brought back to life to look at my memories." I said, and the room fell dead silent. It was so quiet I could hear a pin drop.

"Why would you want to bring him back? After all he did to you?" Grover asked in shock, and everyone obviously agreed with Grover, but I could only shrug.

"Because as much as I hate him, I think that you guys could get a better understanding of this all." I shrugged, and Hades gave me a look. I sighed, because everyone noticed the look Hades gave me. "And because I think that if I see him again, I would be able to let go of all my anger." I huffed and Hades nodded.

"We can tie him down to a chair with handcuffs." My mom said tightly. She didn't really want to see Gabe, she would attack him probably.

"But first I would like to talk to him, alone." I said certainly. Nobody argued, which was good. They probably think I'm crazy, but I have some things I need to get off my chest without the pressure of either being nice or torture him, I just need to talk. I sighed, and nodded and Hades, who snapped his fingers, and Gabe appeared. I walked out, and sat on some steps not to far away from the throne room.

Gabe followed not long after, and sat down to. I looked at him and handed him a cigarette, and lit my own. He looked me up and down and smirked.

"You grew up well, brain boy." He smirked, and I chuckled, looking away. I looked at the smoke coming from my cigar and a wave of disappointment took over me.

"Not really. Why did you abuse me, when I was young?" I asked curiously, tapping my foot nervously. I feared he would attack me, rape me again. Even though I was so much stronger then I was back then, I was still scared and helpless.

"Because I found it funny, I found it funny thinking that I was just like you when I was young, abused by my father. He did a lot worse then what I done to you, and a lot longer." He scoffed, taking a sip of his beer. He looked different to me, he lost some weight in the underworld, I didn't know that could happen, but it did. He almost looked younger.

"And you thought that since you went through it, that I had to too?" I asked, also taking a sip of mine. I was still getting over my hang over from earlier, but the best thing to get over a hangover is with more liquor.

"Yeah, that too. I also used it as a way to express my anger. I knew Sally was using me, even though I did love her, my mom had cancer and Sally refused to put any money aside for her medical although I did get plenty of money, even when I didn't work." Gabe explained. He actually loved my mom? He was going through stuff when he was abusing me?

"And you were and addict to? That wasn't a lie?" I asked and he nodded.

"I was an addict since I was 17. Heroin, liquor, cigars, and gambling, that was a bad one." He smirked. "Now, tell me why I was brought back to life." He said, raising an eyebrow.

"Camp decided they wanted to look through all my memories." I said dully. "Because my friends and I were talking about who had the best childhood."

"And they thought you had it best because you never told them." He guessed and I nodded.

"Because I thought I would lose them. I lost my girlfriend because of it." I sighed, and he nodded.

"She just needed a reason to leave, if people are fake, they jump at the first opportunity to ditch. She clearly did. I wouldn't be shocked if some others ditch to, backgrounds like that make things bad." Gabe said. It was weird, talking to him like we were old buddies. Was it because I've grown up?

"Why are you choosing now to act like some decent human being?" I asked and he sighed, looking at me, analyzing me once more.

"Take a moment and look at who you are now." He said and I couldn't help but look at my hands, I'm a killer. "Your strong, you wear your scars like you wear your clothes, you know who your friends are, and you've changed peoples lives for the better." He said, looking at me surely. Hearing this from Gabe makes me feel like I'm crazy.

"There's so many reasons I shouldn't believe you." I mumbled and he nodded. He didn't say anything, he didn't need to. We sat there for a little while in silence before Gabe stood up.

"If you freak out at me in there while watching a memory, it's alright." Gabe said and walked back towards the throne room. I stayed behind for another couple minutes, gathering my thoughts.

I can't believe that Gabe was treated the same way. What was his mindset as a child? Was it the same as mine, would I become like Gabe? I shook my head, I'm better than that. Maybe that's why Annabeth broke up with me, she feared I'd end up like Gabe, maybe that was the best decision of her life. Maybe I'd be better off alone, I won't hurt anyone that way. No, I can't think like that, I've never intentionally hurt my friends. But I've hurt them.

I stood up, shaking away my thoughts. I tried entering the throne room with an empty mind, but thoughts attacked me at each angle. When I looked at someone, I just wonder if I've hurt them.

"Percy, you okay?" Parker asked me quietly. I nodded, smiling slightly.

"Yeah, perfectly okay." I replied and he nodded, looking at me hesitantly.