[He's hyper aware of where she's walking, but that's ADHD and instinct, not anything that's specific to her. He grits his teeth and tries to focus on the rhythm of his body, the sound of his blood and breath in his ears.]

No. You should know. [And there's an ugly thought in the back of his mind, one that wants her to know exactly what happened to him and Annabeth, so that she'll understand why he's angry, why she was wrong. He shoves that down with another hard punch, disgusted with himself the second it occurs to him]

Annabeth defeated Arachne, but she started freaking out. The cavern was coming down. Arachne fell down the hole, and there was some webbing attached to Annabeth's leg. I caught her hand, but-- [Another hole bursts in the dummy, and Percy pauses for a second, gasping a little before picking another spot and starting over] We both went over. I couldn't pull us up. So I let go of the edge. That's the last thing I remember, falling into Tartarus with her.