His hands finally press against yours, this is what you wished for. What you had wanted for such a long time.

"I'm sorry," you whisper.

Percy shakes his head, "for what?"

You open your hand, a silver scythe charm bracelet glimmers in your hand.

"The traitor," he gasps, "i-it was you?"

"Luke, p-promised. He said, he would keep you safe."

"I can take care of myself."

"You don't understand he knows. Your weak spot, he knows. I don't know how but he does."

"That dagger. You covered for me."

"I've always liked you, Percy."

"No, is isn't going to be your last words. You're going to live!"

"All this time, I've been thinking I've never found the one because it was you. I stopped trying because it was you, Percy. It was always you."

"Please. I forgive you."

But you don't hear him anymore. Your eyes see nothing but there is a smile on your face. His arms embrace you in a futile attempt to keep you warm. He places a soft kiss on your forehead and closes your eyes.