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[ergane]

Whether or not it's a threat, Annabeth doesn't feel threatened by Octavia. Octavia's clearly dangerous, sure, but not to her. Not right now. Her tone, her body language -- it's all wrong for an attack. Annabeth doubts the other girl would hesitate to strike back if Annabeth acted aggressively, but that's not an issue. Fighting mortals just isn't something that a hero does.

Which is why she frowns. She knows that mortals fight each other, obviously -- her dad's a military history professor, for crying out loud -- but that's not the kind of thing she expects to hear from girls who can't be any older than she is.

"Sounds like we're both a long way from home."

[throudon]

She looks over at Annabeth and scoffs, almost a laugh, the kind completely devoid of humor. "You think?"

Octavia isn't interested in fighting her, if only because there's nothing to gain on top of a hundred other reasons to not fight a stranger. Annabeth isn't Azgeda, she isn't from some other clan threatening peace. None of those reasons makes Octavia a hero in comparison. Of all the things she feels like lately, 'hero' doesn't even make the list.

Ge smak daun, gyon op nodotaim. There isn't time to worry about any of that right now.

"Helios," she calls and turns back to the mouth of the cave. Wherever they are, she doesn't want to lose her horse to acid rain or having him get spooked enough to run further away than she can chase him.