[ clarisse has always wondered what her fatal flaw is, ever since the quest for the golden fleece all those years ago. luke might be right, it might be holding personal grudges. but it could be her temper, her arrogance, her stubbornness. whatever it is, she knows that's what got silena killed. she knows it, but she won't admit it, and that makes her want to punch luke even harder. ]

Yeah, well, your fatal flaw was existing, apparently.

[ does he even have a fatal flaw anymore? he's still technically a demigod, but he might as well be a mortal the way he lives like an outcast. he certainly isn't a hero. why did he deserve a second chance but silena didn't? it's almost like the fates are laughing in her face. luke nearly destroyed the whole universe and silena died trying to stop him and he gets to play round two?

clarisse should be happy. not for luke, but for silena. she died a hero, clarisse truly believes that. there's no way she didn't get into elysium. part of her wishes she'd opted for rebirth, but she knows why silena didn't. it hurts when she thinks about how happy silena and beckendorf must be in the afterlife — and how miserable she is on the mortal plain. she knows it's selfish to want silena back, and she hates herself a little for being jealous of beckendorf. of course he was more important to silena; of course silena chose him over clarisse.

it only hurts more when she stares at luke. he was the one using silena, filling her head with lies, with promises he could never keep. clarisse doesn't blame silena for listening; she blames luke for talking. ultimately, she blames him for the decision silena faced in death; the fact that she had to die at all.

she sneers at his accusation. ]

Those are dangerous words, Castellan. Are you challenging me or threatening me?

[ either way, this time she will beat you. ]