[He sees her pretty much immediately, and a kind of nauseous feeling overcomes him. Not because the sight of Rachel makes him sick or anything, but because of the awful combination of anger and guilt and missing her that roils in his gut.
Sure, they'd fought. But Percy loves his friends, and the fact that he's been sort of avoiding Rachel is seriously at odds with that.
So for a moment, he just keeps punching the dummy, once, twice, three times, the same place over and over. He can feel the exhaustion finally starting to set in, but he doesn't stop until she starts to talk.
Despite himself, despite everything, the faintest smile twitches at his lips.] I'll give him an honourable burial. Promise.
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Sure, they'd fought. But Percy loves his friends, and the fact that he's been sort of avoiding Rachel is seriously at odds with that.
So for a moment, he just keeps punching the dummy, once, twice, three times, the same place over and over. He can feel the exhaustion finally starting to set in, but he doesn't stop until she starts to talk.
Despite himself, despite everything, the faintest smile twitches at his lips.] I'll give him an honourable burial. Promise.