❝I HAVE NOTICED THAT, IF YOU LOOK CAREFULLY AT PEOPLE'S EYES, THE FIRST FIVE SECONDS THEY LOOK AT YOU, THE TRUTH OF THEIR FEELINGS WILL SHINE THROUGH, FOR JUST AN INSTANT BEFORE IT FLICKERS AWAY.❞
Georgia didn't like to recall the moment she lost her arm. She didn't enjoy remembering the war in general, because it changed her, in ways she didn't like; in ways she didn't have any control over. But with Jason constantly side eyeing her arm like the mere sight of it gave him night terrors, Georgia snapped.
"If you keep looking at my arm like it's the reason you have nightmares," Georgia hissed, looking more like a daughter of Ares by the second, "I will not hesitate to pound your head into some concrete."
Jason lowered his head in embarrassment, or maybe fear, Georgia couldn't be sure. "Sorry," he muttered, "I just—"
"Want to know how my arm was hacked off?" She said, harsher than she meant to.
Jason laughed breathily. "I wouldn't put it like that, but, yeah."
Georgia sighed, finding it harder to remember than she thought it would be. "It was last summer, in the Titan War–"
"Titan War?" Jason questioned, forehead crinkled in worry.
"Yeah, Kronos wanted to take revenge on the Olympians for sealing him in Tartarus. Didn't work, obviously."
Jason nodded, although he still looked concerned, like Georgia didn't have control over herself anymore.
"Anyways," she shook her head, "We were in battle, and it was crazy, hellhounds and telekhines and empousai and every monster you can think of were coming at us from all angles, desperate to kill us." She looked away so he couldn't see the tears forming in her eyes. "War is in my blood, so I was in my element, living for the blood and the carnage," she laughed sadly, "I don't know how I saw it, maybe it was luck or a sick twist of fate, but I saw this kid, Marcus, son of Tyche, running at Annabeth like he was ready to die if it meant even getting a piece of her." She clenched her fist so tightly she was sure there was going to be crescent shaped imprints on her palm. "I swear to all the gods, I ran so fast that you could've mistaken me for a cheetah. I stabbed, slashed, kicked, bit my way through that damn parade of monsters to get to her. I wasn't going to be able to kill him in time, and so I did the only thing I thought I could..."
"You jumped in front of the sword."
Georgia nodded. "I can barely even remember what happened after that. I remember the blood, and the screams and the 'Hold on, Georgie's' and just staring up at the sky, knowing that if I died, it wouldn't be for nothing. I would've died for my best friend; my sister."