[ nico's told me jack shit. if this happened to be video, he'd say it aloud, brows pulled together as he tries to pull from his memory any mention of the titan war's aftermath. he'd always assumed it'd been war after war, from kronos to gaia with no pause in between. from the moment he had appeared at the very first feast in drabwurld, he'd come to be knowledgable in clarisse being a day or so behind him, jason being thalia's brother, and nico being as indifferent about the titan war as he is about the state of his own hair. it's surface-deep stuff, the tip of the iceberg that none have ever thought to dig into, taking their shovels and picking at the ice until they've submerged themselves in icy water and praying for a son of poseidon to appear and somehow manipulate the temperature to a scorching heat ]
[ luke stares at the message for a very long time. nico and jason are the only two who have had plenty of opportunities to tell him about the war, but jason's only ever focused on the roman aspect, of gaia and hera and zeus and all this other bullshit he can't quite follow, having only studied up on the greek side, oblivious to any half-siblings he may have from a man who is as much of a stranger to him as his own father is. nico ... ]
[ when someone dies, they die. their lives on earth are done — completed, wrapped up with a bow as neat as one can make it despite all the loose ends, and finished. it continues on in the realm of hades, following the yellow brick road to either the fields of asphodel, elysium, or the isles of the blest — the latter always having been his endgame, despite nico telling him otherwise, judging his sincerity and the goodness that he doubts lingers within him by his chosen path to elysium. but maybe the kid hasn't thought to tell him the outcome, believing luke to be from that point in his second life, perhaps no longer interested in what had occupied spaces within his mind and heart when he had been a living, breathing entity in the realm of all the gods, not just his father's. ]
Huh?
[ it's as eloquent as a response will ever be from luke. ]
text.
[ luke stares at the message for a very long time. nico and jason are the only two who have had plenty of opportunities to tell him about the war, but jason's only ever focused on the roman aspect, of gaia and hera and zeus and all this other bullshit he can't quite follow, having only studied up on the greek side, oblivious to any half-siblings he may have from a man who is as much of a stranger to him as his own father is. nico ... ]
[ when someone dies, they die. their lives on earth are done — completed, wrapped up with a bow as neat as one can make it despite all the loose ends, and finished. it continues on in the realm of hades, following the yellow brick road to either the fields of asphodel, elysium, or the isles of the blest — the latter always having been his endgame, despite nico telling him otherwise, judging his sincerity and the goodness that he doubts lingers within him by his chosen path to elysium. but maybe the kid hasn't thought to tell him the outcome, believing luke to be from that point in his second life, perhaps no longer interested in what had occupied spaces within his mind and heart when he had been a living, breathing entity in the realm of all the gods, not just his father's. ]
Huh?
[ it's as eloquent as a response will ever be from luke. ]