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Jason’s story was always a tragedy.
From coming from a difficult family situation to being given to the wolves as a toddler to becoming a child (literal small child!) soldier and never getting to find out who he was as a person outside of the legion to being whisked away and losing his memories and being forcefully given a girlfriend who in the end really didn’t love him and then losing his best friend in a battle and never getting to learn that his friend actually survived before he -
He DIED. As a teenager who for the first time was finally finding out who he was and what he wanted to be. He had plans for what he wanted to be his life’s work much earlier than the average person would figure it out but despite that he never got to complete his life’s work because he died too young.
Jason’s story was always a tragedy.
Friendly reminder that names have meaning in the pjo universe.
Percy/Perseus- to destroy or avenge, a Greek hero with a happy ending.
Leo/Leonidas - a spartan king who sacrificed himself to save his people.
Jason- healer/to heal, lead the argonauts to the Golden Fleece but died a painful death.
Thalia- an immortal muse of comedy and idyllic poetry.
Castor- to excel/to shine, killed while his twin brother survives (in the most common version of the myth).
Pollux- Crown/ very sweet, survives after his twin brother is killed.
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idk if this controversial but the original pjo series is WAY better than heros of Olympus and the three main characters (excluding leo) are just the worse version of the original main three
wHY MUST YOU MAKE ME CRY 😭
Sons of Jupiter do not cry.
They’re strong, powerful leaders. Tough soldiers, fearsome, lords of lightning. Crying shows weakness. It shows vulnerability. Something a child of the king of the gods could not afford to do.
Jason hadn’t cried in front of others since he was three. He’d had that beaten out of him by Lupa and her wolves. People looked up to him as their Praetor, their ideal Roman warrior. He had to always stay strong, always be vigilant, never show weakness.
The only time they’d seen the Son of Jupiter cry was the moment he lost Leo.
He screamed His name, his voice filled with utter sorrow as the explosion lit the sky. He fell to his knees, sobbing. Head in hands and just fucking sobbing. All sense of dignity was shattered, as he lay there, his knees in the wet grass, crumpled and crying like an infant. All his expectations, all the visages of the Prince of the Sky were lost alongside Him. He just bawled and bawled. No comfort could resolve him. He just stayed there, crying. A broken man.