We did nothing, the demons said. Your beloved has unleashed a special curse—a bitter thought from someone you abandoned. You punished an innocent soul by leaving her in her solitude. Now her most hateful wish has come to pass: Annabeth feels her despair. She, too, will perish alone and abandoned.
Fuck Calypso for this. Centuries of experience, and she still blames anyone other than the gods for Percy doing exactly what she always knew he would do? Fuck that.
