Pain was unimportant. Failure was unthinkable.

The truth hit him. Jason wasn't quite Roman anymore. His time at Camp Half-Blood had changed him. Reyna had recognized that. Apparently, so did the undead legionnaires. If Jason no longer gave off the right sort of vibe, or aura of a Roman leader...

Back in my day, we died all the time, and we liked it!

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

No," Frank said. "I'm only a centurion."

Jason cursed in Latin. "He means he can't control a whole legion. He's not of high enough rank."

Nico swung back his black sword at another gryphon. "Well, then, promote him!

Lots of death, huh? Personally, I'm trying to avoid lots of death, but you guys have fun!