He turned, and his one enormous eye widened. His face broke into a crooked yellow grin. “Percy!”
He dropped the sword blade and ran at me, trying to give me a hug. The vision blurred and I instinctively lurched back. “Tyson, it's an Iris-message. I'm not really here.” “Oh.” He came back into view, looking embarrassed. “Oh, I knew that. Yes.”
— Aug 09, 2025 09:52AM
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