#okay I broke up the massive chunk of text into a lot of smaller chunks

[m4gp13]

thinking about Ethan spending years of his life waiting for his bargain with Nemesis to be fulfilled, training until he’s better than most able bodied swordsmen, searching for years for any trace of the army, finally finding them in the labyrinth and resigning himself to the fact that he’s gonna have to kill someone to join whether he wants to or not.

 Going into the arena, looking at Percy and thinking only one of them will leave with his life and knows he really wants that one to be him, if not for himself then for all the minor deities and their children who need him to tip the scales in their favour. 

Fighting harder than he ever has before, getting so tantalisingly close and losing because of his damned armour. Lying on his back with the dirt pressed up against it. 

Looking down his nose at the sword resting gently on his neck before following the length of the blade with his eye up to its owner, looking across to Anteus and Luke, feeling his stomach sink even deeper at the sight of that thumb.

 His mind going a thousand miles a second trying to fit his bargain in with this new reality, the one where he dies before doing anything significant for his cause. But that’s okay, he thinks, he doesn’t have to understand how the fates work, maybe he tips the scales with his death, yeah, that must be it. But then it wasn’t. Then Percy, stupid stupid Percy risked both their necks getting them out of their.

 And maybe Ethan did want to go with him, maybe he wanted to leave all this half-blood bullshit behind and bang his head until he got amnesia. But he couldn’t, he still had a deal to finish. Sorry I just have a lot of thoughts, okay?