━ act three: the archer



I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost
The room is on fire, invisible smoke
And all of my heroes died all alone
Help me hold on to you
I've been the archer
I've been the prey
Screaming: Who could ever leave me, darling?
But who could stay?
(I see right through me, I see right through me)



( THE TITAN'S CURSE )

[ —No puedo perderla.

—No vamos a perderla. ]

lara madrid &
thalia grace

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