Of course Percy understood. He more than anyway understood brooding, obsessing and lingering over the loss of your family. And that's why he knew, "No tribute. No deals. We haven't found a way out yet and they haven't found a way to us. But we don't give up. We don't give up. You all dragged my body off that gods-fucked island. Your sister put an arrow in the oldest, maddest thing in the Feywild. You gave yourself to a death goddess. We find a way."

He poured another shot. "But you could also spend your birthday obliterated. That's a choice too."