Yeah. Time is a little weird here. Like, Percy? He knows exactly who you are. Even seems sort of fond of you. Me? I've got no fucking clue. You're not part of my reality at the moment.
And yet, tomorrow, I might be all caught up and dead as dead can be. Which is going to be more than a little difficult when it comes to potentially bringing me back. But maybe this place will be generous and bring me back undead -- wait -- non-dead already, just with the horrific memories of dying intact so I can be just as traumatized as everyone else.