[ it's as though she's cast one of her little charms, prying into his own thoughts, ones surfacing and ones sinking beneath the waves to embed themselves into the bed below. luke's quiet, if only to hear the words those around him are almost afraid to even speak. he doubts clarisse or jason, or even nico — but perhaps the latter, with the sister, or mother, or whoever he has lost since he had been trapped in the lotus casino, he'll never see them again, not even with his gift to bring forth the dead with an offering of mcdonalds or whatever it is he happens to have on hand — would admit to wanting to change something. clarisse has her dad's blessing, having slain the drakon with her bare hands; jason's the son of zeus, or his roman counterpart, a beacon of shining light; and nico's just nico, the kid of hades, with too much compassion for a personification of death. he doubts any of them would change too much of their lives, not to the extent luke would. ]

I don't know, I don't really need to get a key cut to open my front door. [ but being the kid of hermes had doomed luke to a life of running, of being afraid, and since he had been the son of may castellan, to be incredibly alone in a house filled with sounds and scents of a woman who was never truly there. ] If it were a perfect world, we'd be able to save those we love from everything. But not even with all the powers on hand can any of us even do that. Zeus can't save his marriage, even though he's the big boss of us all. And Hades can't bring back those he cares about. [ if he cares about anyone. hades had to trick persephone into being with him. if he were a true god, one of the big three, wouldn't he be able to simply woo her with his personality and charm? abusing his power had doomed him to a cursed myth of romance, damaging the reputation between him and persephone to those who bother to google hades and persephone. luke shrugs. ] Seems more like a doomed life to me.