( his mind runs a mile a minute and unfortunately, his thoughts are disorganized. it feels like a thousand years ago that he was sitting where diana is now, trying to wrap his head around a camp for kids that didn’t belong anywhere else, that had nothing, and more often than not, nobody else. he slows down at her comment, absorbing it, trying to tear at it like he would if it were a hamburger. percy doesn’t usually reason through anything. rushing in, improvising, and hoping for the best possible outcome? he’s enforced it with positive results too many times to drop it. )

Your island sounds like Camp Half Blood. Except that we had monsters within the borders a few times. Generally speaking, it’s the only place Greek demigods are safe and can learn to defend themselves. ( the minimal self-preservation instincts he has have been diluted because they have a commonality — distant heritage. he raises his shoulders in a shrug at her question, uncertain with her scrutiny. what’s a little danger here and there? )

Yeah, when I was younger. They still come after me now and again, but I’m not as unprepared as I used to be. Where I come from, that’s kind of a given. They might leave a child of Demeter alone, but you and I? We’re like catnip. Monster-crack. No matter how many times you send them to Tartarus, they come back for more.

Did you ever leave the island and run into any?