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Ever had those moments where you wish someone would just go ahead and let you die? Cody felt that hearing someone walk into the infirmary. Why couldn't it be a nice executioner with a axe for him but instead it was a fate far worst. Harper. If he could even left his head from the bed he would have watched her walk over to him, but he couldn't so instead he laid there, staring at the ceiling dead eyed.Her damn best friend that was the Apollo leader probably let her in, he over heard chiron say no one was allowed. Daven hadn't even show up. Daven. The life he was promised afterwords, the chance back with his sister for good, that was long gone. Died along with the girl who promised it to him. Damn that girl right to hades.

None of that matter though, what mattered was what they were going to do with him. Why. Why. He didn't say anything, just kept looking up, knowing well that hitch in her voice that meant she was crying. Once the voice inside was cut out more things became clear, but his memories were still whipped away. Only blank outlines gave him a idea of how things would have been.

Gods he was tired of crying though. He was tired of being in some big soap drama. Most of all he was tired of hurting others. He wanted them all to just let him go back to hell where he belonged. He wanted them to stop caring about him. He finally turned his head over to her, still dead in the eyes and no emotion on his face. "Why? Well why not?" he said, dead pan, no hitch or meaning in his voice. "After all I am no different than you. I had a chance to be alive again, after my death meant nothing to most of this camp. So it is funny isn't it, how you did the same thing and just get to stroll your way where ever you want while I," he said, pulling on his restraints. "I am a hostage waiting for them to decide the best way to torment me. So don't come in here asking questions you don't actually want the answer to."Everything about his words were harsh and if they were physical could cut through steel. Harper needed to leave him alone, it would only make things worst. He knew part of his past from the girl, a part he could understand wanting to forget. "After all isn't that what you've always done? Use people to your advantage then toss them to the side when you get bored or are no longer happy with it. How many times was it, 2 or 3? Don't pretend to come here now caring about me when you didn't even care back then."

Sparks and sea god sons never mixed well. The spark was from the kiss but it wasn't a spark you'd expect. It came from the back of his head, almost as if something had clicked and knocked another out of place. Cody flinched for a second before letting her kiss him. He wanted to say it brought back a memory of happiness of feeling, that he felt a warmth that he crazed once again but he didn't all he felt was pain. It was screaming and engulfing him from the back of his head. Memories and dark magic pressed into his very soul and seemed to battle for control of his thoughts. But neither side could win, because the winner of his attention was in front of him.

It last only a few seconds more but it might as well have been the entire time he had been in that forsaken place all over again. As the broke apart the pain faded from his head and while it ended something else was left. He just knew why he had done it all those years ago. While he threw himself into the front line, tried to be the hero she kept proclaiming him to be. It wasn't glory, it wasn't fear or determination. It was her. All those years ago he had been trying to save her. Keep her safe. This time though, he was putting her in danger, he was the one doing the harm. He backed away from the girl, letting his hand linger purposely too long on her face. Chances are he wouldn't see her again before it happened. Though he did hope she would live to see their new order. Daven held a place in his coldness that he felt couldn't be warmed till now. He couldn't stay, the voice was calling him now. He let his hand fall "I will see you around Harps" That was all he could say, till their victory he had to stay distant. But afterwords? He let the thought past as he walked away from the girl that had once gotten away, but not again.

While Harper saw a unchanged Cody, he saw nothing of his formal self. He saw everything around him. How things went on, some didn't, how changes happened and how nothing changed. One thing was certain, how much she had changed. The Harper he remembered, just faintly was not the one standing in front of him. This wasn't a human it was shell, much like the ones he use to find as a kid. Beaten up and broken by the waves, worn into a thin bone with cracks and holes, some how still staying together. He remembered as a kid when his powers manifested, picking one up and watching it seemed to fill back to life just at his touch. Harper wasn't a shell he could fix though. All he could do was break. He wasn't a soothing wave anymore. He was a tsunami ready to sweep away everything.

"None of us are heroes." he said softly, as if trying to sooth her while teaching her. Maybe Harper would be the one to understand the light that the voice had shown him. "We play heroes and let the gods tell us we were blessed and chosen when in reality, once we are gone they all forget our names and who we were. Just more mortals with puny mortal lives. No matter how much we kid ourselves otherwise." He got sterner, his voice rising. "I've been to hell and back and can tell you that there is no freedom either way. No happiness, just more false hopes. So that hero you keep saying I was, is just that, something I was."

Tears. Daven had started crying too, and just as before he didn't know how to comfort them. He didn't feel the urge to cry, he didn't know how he felt. Everything was blank and alien to him. He watched her for a second before he walked up closer to her and started to pat her head gently.  He didn't say anything for a while, he just left his cold hand smooth the top of her head, let everything just sink in. Its a hard blow apparently. He sighed softly. "I'm sorry." 

He had no reason to apologize, he had done nothing wrong, but it was all he could feel to say. Apologize for leaving her, apologize for coming back after years. Just apologize for everything. "I'm sorry Harper."

Timing was everything to Cody, and we was a ticking time bond on ten.

Nine Times he had tried to forget the smell, to leave these damn plants and flowers and let himself go back to sitting alone and waiting for the plan. He was convinced to not bother with his old life, it wouldn't be around much longer anyways. Yet he kept walking around the fields. He knew why he was drawn here, why his feet traced the paths without looking at them. He spent a lot of time here after the end happened. Waiting for them to come so they could talk. She never did, why would she come now.

Eight times the voice had spoken to him since he was revived. Eight trusting words and plans unrevealed. Soothing voices and telling him he would matter once again. That he would mean something greater than what they made him before. He wouldn't be a forgotten name.

Seven times he had prayed to the gods during that battle. All unanswered and uncared. Left alone and defenseless against his doom. His gods left him. His father deserted him.

Six times he had seen his old life around camp. Mostly with his sister, he kept a close eye on her to make sure she would be safe from this all. At first he didn't care, but she was one of the few that actually cared what happened to him. That mourned him. He was her brother still, thought the years had past he still remembered the day she came into his life and swore he would protect her. Once it was another girl though.

Five Days till Phase one. Four till their revolution began. Three years, stuck in hell. Literally. Two Krakens ready to be unleashed. 

And one Girl, in a sea of Strawberries that made his bomb skip a tick. One girl that got away. One life never to be lived. He stared he knew, but he couldn't make himself leave. Everything came back at once. Once they broke up he tried to find her and talk to her here, but she was never here. She finally was but he wasn't here anymore. He was long gone years ago. Then why couldn't he bring himself to leave?

Debt to pay. Cody narrowed his eyes and smirked evilly at the girl. This plan of theirs was quite the ordeal, not that it mattered much to him. Nothing did anymore. He never asked to be back, they chose him for this purpose alone. He doesn't remember where he had been in Hades but he knew how he died now. If he knew anything it would be a heroes death. Yet it seemed like no one cared about what was going on here. At all. They knew of the last attack yet no plans for safety or anything were in place. Fools, unprepared fools. He felt nothing for this place anymore, he just felt nothing.

"I don't disappoint." he said, the smirk playing on his face. Something about that phrase made him feel prideful. Like he almost knew this was true in a more 'devious' sense. "I do remember that, and if I recall you pulled me out of that hell hole(lol pun) in order to do your work. So don't flatter yourself, I owe the goddess for my life but I don't owe you all anything. We are even."

If a dark room could get any darker, it would have with these two meeting. Cody could feel it in his bones, but he welcomed the feeling. He knew his role quite well. And he was prepared for it as well. So many years ago yet it only felt like yesterday, Cody played the hero and took the heroes cost. He learned from it though that being the hero sucked. There was always another villain, always another darkness around the corner. Why be the hero when being the villain felt so Good. He simply nodded at the girl in reply. 

"Trust me, me and calamari have bonded quite nicely."  Turns out that the son of a sea god with a evil goddess benefactor had it's perks. Some extremely nice perks. "The attack will go off without a hitch, the campers won't know what hit them." Cody told himself that over and over again yet inside it felt all wrong, he knew it wouldn't go perfectly. As blind as the camp was he remembered the last attack. He knew it quite well. This would be different though, this would open up two works entirely. "As long as your other man can handle it on the other side."