[ percy is just coming back from seeking out someone else immediately after the mass text message. he just drops himself on the other end of the couch, staring down at the space between his knees, sharp and hard. finding grief is a lot like finding rage, and the two intermingle, leaving him all edges. ]

This is it. This is really the cycle, we're to murder each other one after the other and condemn each other to death until what? There's one left?

[ the indignant tone. ]

We can't let that happen.