Your faith walks on broken glass & the hangover doesn't pass, nothing's ever built to last [W6, Fri]

[hydrokinetics]

[He thinks of where she could be not long after he receives his letter from Hannibal. He remembers something Natalie told him not long ago, about how she and Jason came here once to drink away their sorrows and he finds it funny even now.

It's the only bit of humor he has left.

It's with this in mind that he enters the church quietly and shuts the door silently behind him. Churches are fake, he thinks, too boxed in and too reliant on only one god. Then again, it's not like the gods have ever helped him here, have they? And they won't help now.

Percy's spoken to Natalie before about losing friends. And his heart sinks as he realizes just how true those words are.]

...Natalie?

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[robitussin]

[She looks over at him, quickly, then back towards the ground. Her mind, which was buzzing hours before with scores of thoughts, now feels empty and dull. Her expression is sorrowful, but it's also mostly neutral, too tired now for strong emotion.

Xion is dead. Her voice is quiet, expressionless.]

What is it?