[ it's not that percy likes being in this room. for one thing, it's creepy. for another, everything about it -- the greyness, the quiet, pod after pod of people, some of the faces painfully familiar -- makes him want to take his sword to something or someone, and not just in a stupid simulation.
still, he can't help coming back here. what's he supposed to do, pretend his friends and family aren't being kept here in creepy glass boxes? as if he could.
admits, ] I have no clue what you're talking about.
stasis
[ it's not that percy likes being in this room. for one thing, it's creepy. for another, everything about it -- the greyness, the quiet, pod after pod of people, some of the faces painfully familiar -- makes him want to take his sword to something or someone, and not just in a stupid simulation.
still, he can't help coming back here. what's he supposed to do, pretend his friends and family aren't being kept here in creepy glass boxes? as if he could.
admits, ] I have no clue what you're talking about.