I never really understood you, I think. I always saw in you something that wasn't really there, because there was something better there than anything I ever wanted. You wanted me to be better than I was, and you refused to give up on me. I was not good to you, and my help was more often harm than good.

I will pray always that my fears were wrong, that I did not fail you at the last, and that you are back with your friends, fighting that foolish war of yours, that Poseidon did not take you as he swore he would.

Be safe, my friend.

-Chloe