Percy knew it was a horrible wish, but he almost regretted that they hadn’t been captured at sea. At least Annabeth and he would’ve been together. “You shouldn’t feel ashamed,” Annabeth said. “You’re thinking about Chrysaor, aren’t you? Swords can’t solve every problem. You saved us in the end.” In spite of himself, Percy smiled. “How do you do that? You always know what I’m thinking.” “I know you,” she said. And you like me anyway? Percy wanted to ask, but he held it back. “Percy,” she said, “you can’t carry the weight of this whole quest. It’s impossible. That’s why there are seven of us.
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