[There's a pause in which you can practically see Percy going o o p s. He opens his mouth, shuts it again, and feels like crap. So much for having a handle on his temper, these days.

He can't even apologise, because...other than his delivery, what's he supposed to be sorry for? Sorry the gods suck? That isn't something even Percy can claim as his fault]

It - I mean, it was Zeus. [It's clear he's trying to salvage something here] And it wasn't me seeing him so much as it was me ending up in front of all of the Twelve. The first time he made it really clear that he wanted to kill me a little bit, and the second time he asked them to vote on it.

[There's a pained sound] I'm sorry, man. [He says it anyway. It's not pity, just the simple honesty that's characteristic of Percy. He clears his throat] Anyway, I'm probably not...the guy you want to talk about this stuff with.