This battle hasn't started off very well. Our only victories were driving the army back at the bridge, defeating the pig... and, um, turning Hyperion into an oak tree.

In the grand picture, not that big of an impact.

We're going to lose, I know it. Luke plans to send the drakon, the one he knows that we cannot kill, for I told him how the children of Ares have stubbornly remained at camp.

Because of me, we're doomed. Despite our greatest efforts, there is no way we shall be able to rise triumphant from the bloodied ashes of the battlefield we now fight upon.

I have to do something, I have to help! Michael Yew died on the bridge, as well as the many others I did not know. This is because of me, and I must find a way to make up for it. Maybe it'll never be enough, yet at least I'd I die, I'll die fighting.

Not for the Titans, but for my family.

I'm no help here, able to spy on my allies. If I could find an excuse to leave, Kronos would be unable to question me for information.

Camp. Clarisse.

We need her and her siblings. If I go back, there is a slim chance that I may be able to convince her to join our war efforts. More importantly, I'll be out of the way, and unable to snoop on the strategies Kronos wants.

Without me as his spy, he'll have a harder time gaining new information, and if I manage to bring Clarisse back, then we may even have a chance of winning.

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