[ she's not sure what to tell annabeth. she could tell her the same thing she told percy — to stop being a fucking baby and get over himself, because one way or the other, they were going to be reunited and see each other again and have their nausea-inducing happy ending — but it doesn't entirely seem right. annabeth isn't being as pathetic as percy, and clarisse almost feels bad for wanting to take out her anger and frustration on someone who she knows doesn't deserve it, not only because annabeth is her friend, but because she's going through the exact same thing. they're so much more similar than anyone knows; they're both grieving, and they're both dealing with it in probably a similar fashion — pretending they're fine. ]
There isn't much you can do with it. Turn it into a necklace or a ring, I don't know. Just be glad it's fucking useless, or it would have meant a lot worse than Percy going back home.
[ it would have meant he'd be dead, and that's not something clarisse is sure she'd ever be able to handle. ]
I won't lose it, if that's what you mean. Oh, wait. I can't, even if I wanted to.
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There isn't much you can do with it. Turn it into a necklace or a ring, I don't know. Just be glad it's fucking useless, or it would have meant a lot worse than Percy going back home.
[ it would have meant he'd be dead, and that's not something clarisse is sure she'd ever be able to handle. ]
I won't lose it, if that's what you mean. Oh, wait. I can't, even if I wanted to.