If sin meant talking back to gods or stabbing monsters, then Percy was s c r e w e d.
”…Not really, no.”
Instinctively, his hand slid into his pocket, fingers readily wrapped around Riptide. He knew exactly who the man was; after all, Hades certainly wasn’t the one to bother with scales. Or with doing anything on his own, really.
”——I was actually wondering if you could…point me out of here.”
“The same way out is the way you came in. Through the Duat.”
Oh, come on! There hadn’t been anything to do lately, and the one time someone comes and visits him, it’s a dud. Talk about boredom, seriously.
Not to mention the fact that the kid–he looked seventeen at most–seemed ready to fight if need be. Hah! Fight a god? Stupid. Impressive, but stupid.
