Favorite house of Hades moments, part 7 of 11. Oh my hearts gonna be squeezing with these next few ones D: “Why twelve minutes?” Percy asked. “I do not know,” Bob said. “Why twelve Olympians, or twelve Titans?” “Fair enough,” Percy said, though he had a bitter taste in his mouth. “What do you mean the journey won’t finish?” Annabeth asked. “What happens to the passengers?” Bob didn’t answer. Judging from his pained expression, Percy decided he didn’t want to be in that elevator if the car stalled between Tartarus and the mortal world. “If we do push the button for twelve minutes,” Percy said, “and the chains are cut—” “The Doors should reset,” Bob said. “That is what they are supposed to do. They will disappear from Tartarus. They will appear somewhere else, where Gaea cannot use them.” “Thanatos can reclaim them,” Annabeth said. “Death goes back to normal, and the monsters lose their shortcut to the mortal world.” Percy exhaled. “Easy-peasy. Except for…well, everything.” Small Bob purred. “I will push the button,” Bob volunteered. A mix of feelings churned in Percy’s gut—grief, sadness, gratitude, and guilt thickening into emotional cement. “Bob, we can’t ask you to do that. You want to go through the Doors too. You want to see the sky again, and the stars, and—” “I would like that,” Bob agreed. “But someone must push the button. And once the chains are cut…my brethren will fight to stop your passage. They will not want the Doors to disappear.” Percy gazed at the endless horde of monsters. Even if he let Bob make this sacrifice, how could one Titan defend himself against so many for twelve minutes, all while keeping his finger on a button? The cement settled in Percy’s stomach. He had always suspected how this would end. He would have to stay behind. While Bob fended off the army, Percy would hold the elevator button and make sure Annabeth got to safety. Somehow, he had to convince her to go without him. As long as she was safe and the Doors disappeared, he could die knowing he’d done something right. “Percy…?” Annabeth stared at him, a suspicious edge to her voice. She was too smart. If he met her eyes, she would see exactly what he was thinking. “First things first,” he said. “Let’s cut those chains.” In the head of sir Percy, on pages 466-467. Percy and Bob contemplate sacrifice. ;-; ~ Divergentdemigod
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