Something I love love love is that Percy keeps referring to the gods as their familial titles.
“Your son.” “Your dad.”
This boy knows love. Knows the warmth of his mother’s gaze. Knows how to wrap his arms around friends, tells them they matter, they’re important, they’ll be okay. Knows how to see the best in people, see the good. He’ll hold fast and brave the storm.
He knows how messed up all the games are. All of the god’s stupid rules, and squabbles, and schemes, and pride. That none of it matters
Percy really said y’all don’t know the meaning of family and that’s so sad.
