[ That answer is what he was worried about. He had tried running away when he was younger and he wonders if that could have been his life, but without a camp to belong to. He knows, ultimately, he made the right choice in staying but sometimes he still wishes he could run away. He stares at the ground, seemingly thinking very hard and probably not even at the idea of a satyr. ] Annabeth...? [ He can connect, at least, the story of a little girl feeling unwanted to the scenario with Luke. Maybe he also felt unwanted. ] The girl who threw a hammer at you?

[ He's not entirely sure which conversation is more difficult at the moment. He really shouldn't have let it get this far. ] Do you think there's gonna be another corpse tomorrow? [ He rubs at his eyes. He's so tired. ] Or do you mean starting to act out our plan? ... As long as we both approve of everything beforehand, it shouldn't be too strange.