Concept: Just everyone in Camp Halfblood preparing for a full scale Roman invasion. Because by this point Jason’s got his memories back.
And they’re all aware that oh we just accidentally kidnapped one of Camp Jupiters leaders.
We’re royally screwed.
Annabeth’s grilling Jason on his camps about battle tactics and Jason is more then happy to share.
He innocently asks why Annabeth’s suddenly interested in the inner workings of Camp Jupiter.
And the answer completely takes him off guard. He just stares at her strangely before replying that there isn’t going to be any fighting.
“Jason I get you not wanting to fight them. They’re your friends but I highly doubt they’ll feel the same about us.”
“It’s not that. I mean I’d hate to fight them too but there’s not going to be a fight. No one’s coming.”
Everyone looks at Jason like he’s insane because what do you mean no one’s coming?! We’re the enemy and you matter a lot to them.
If anything Jason looks even more confused because sure he’s their leader or rather was at this point.
But that doesn’t mean he mattered to them. There’s no search parties, he can guarantee that and his replacement has surely already been found.
“So what they’re all just gonna pretend like you died” asks his sister, his clearly livid and barely holding herself back from storming Camp Jupiter, sister.
Jason shakes his head because death implies mourning and reminiscing.
Someone else would take credit for reforms he tried to push. All his actions and his feats would never be talked about with a name to place them with.
“It’ll be less like I died and more like I never existed at all” replies Jason with an air of calm acceptance.
Because really he can’t grasp why everyone else is so confused by something he’s known all along.
The battle is over. The war has been won and the good little solider boy has outlived his use.
What’s so confusing about that?