One way or another. The thought isn't exactly reassuring, but it's true after all. It's- reassuring, in a way that Frank really doesn't want to think deeply about. Fighting monsters, dealing with a world-changing threat, having the weight of the world on his shoulders? Those are the things he's been doing since he got to Camp Jupiter, those are the things he expected to be doing and even though they terrify the snout out of him they are also what he was born to do.

His father might have thrown him into war, might have put him at risk and embarrassed him in front of the whole camp- and even though Frank will never say that out loud, he also blames him for taking his mother away. But he can't deny he's his father, and a son of the war has... many conflicting feelings in front of a battle but being scared is not one of them.

"I wish we had more information on what we will find inside. I like my bow- but I don't know if it's going to be the best weapon against whichever we're supposed to fight inside. We can't be prepared if we don't know."