Oh, did you expect me to play fair?" Cupid laughed. "I am the god of love. I am never fair.

Cupid," Jason called, "where are you?"
'Where you least expect me,' Cupid answered. 'As love always is.

Nico, I've seen a lot of brave things. But what you just did? That was maybe the bravest.

Oh, he's not like that," said Favonius.

Jason flinched. "You can read my mind?"

"I don't need to." Favonius tossed his bronze hoop in the air. "Everyone has the wrong impression of Cupid... until they meet him.

Please tell me your master isn't Aeolus."

"That airhead?" Favonius snorted. "No, of course not."

"He means Eros." Nico's voice turned edgy. "Cupid, in Latin."

Favonius smiled. "Very good, Nico di Angelo. I'm glad to see you again, by the way. It's been a long time.

Still hiding, Cupid said, smashing another skeleton to pieces. You do not have the strength.

"Nico," Jason managed to say, "it's okay. I get it."

Nico glanced over, pain and misery washing across his face.

"No you don't," he said. "There's no way you can understand."

And so you run away again, Cupid chided. From your friends, from yourself.