[ annie's just trying to help, but annabeth glares at her, grey eyes stormy. it's so much easier to be angry than unhappy; anger can keep her going. ]

You don't get it. I was in the middle of something important -- life or death is putting it lightly. We're talking about the end of the world: civilization destroyed. All my friends dead, my home gone. I had a chance to change things, and I left!

[ opening up doesn't come easily to annabeth, least of all to strangers. but it's annie's otherness that makes it weirdly easy. this is no mortal. this is someone else embroiled in the world of gods and monsters, one way or another. maybe someone who is a god or monster. ]

I let that stupid whoever-it-was bring me here, instead of seeing things through. How am I supposed to do anything from here?