[ Hearing his name is honestly like a balm; he never knew how much he wanted to be recognized and remembered until that very second. Someone who could call his name meant someone he had a connection to, someone from before all of this.
It's more than that, though. It's who the voice belongs to - that tone, the way she (she) says his name ... it's a memory that reaches into his chest and wraps tightly around his heart, belonging just to him.
Annabeth Chase.
Of course it could be a trick. He's been through enough scrapes and near-death experiences - he remembers that much - to consider that someone could be using that voice, that voice calling his name, in order to trap him.
But gods, at this second, he doesn't think he cares. For even a second's worth of time to see her face, he'll take it.
bREATHES deeply
It's more than that, though. It's who the voice belongs to - that tone, the way she (she) says his name ... it's a memory that reaches into his chest and wraps tightly around his heart, belonging just to him.
Annabeth Chase.
Of course it could be a trick. He's been through enough scrapes and near-death experiences - he remembers that much - to consider that someone could be using that voice, that voice calling his name, in order to trap him.
But gods, at this second, he doesn't think he cares. For even a second's worth of time to see her face, he'll take it.
He whirls around. ]
You're Annabeth?
[ Please be Annabeth. ]