I've been writing and editing this one for a long time, because it's really close to me. Like last chapter, the italics typeface when outside quotes represents the letter. Hope you enjoy.

2. Mister Jackson

The dusk is about to end and birth a fine summer night. The driver is trying his best to speed through, but the streets are a little too filled for that, and sadly our cab can't transform into a robot or a monster-truck to stomp over the vehicles and get us home.

My feet can't stop tapping with all this delay in getting to the hotel. Still, I must begin and complete the letter. Percy needs to read this as soon as possible.

Percy,

Rachel told me about your behavior. I know what made you do it, but I had hoped you'd prove stronger and wiser than that. All she's trying to do is help you!

She's just as distressed as you are! Rachel's just putting the threat of losing another friend before the grief of one already gone: she cared enough about you to move in with us to help better you, for Heaven's sake!

I know the circumstances make a scarce resource out of the will to live, and I know it's not easy to lose your love... but I also know that the love you've lost is never greater than the love you still have and can have in the future. You insult your friends' love and mine by behaving like that.

Annabeth's gone. There's nothing you can do to even see her once more except die. And don't you think of trying again! You know from pervious times Nico won't let Thanatos near you, and Thalia will march down from wherever the Hunt's at to beat you up for even thinking about such things! And Reyna and Jason and Piper and Frank and Hazel and Grover! Last time you tried, Rachel lay crying into the night and dawn, having been almost abandoned by both of her best friends! Would Leo have wanted to see you give in to the dangers of mortality when you have a world to protect, of kids likely to suffer worse than you?

One of you was to die first in most scenarios. She left earlier than you, and now you blame her. You say you love her and yet you desire her to outlive you in misery in the aftermath of your death? Do you not remember I taught you love is selfless? How is it selfless if you'd rather die in peace and let Love suffer than take the pain for yourself?

If I know Annabeth, she's going to wait for you. She's going to wait and she's going to remember your love and she's going to love you no less when you arrive than now, whether you arrive to take her in your arms or to wait for someone else.

Nico has informed me that Annabeth isn't waiting down in Elysium, but that was in private. Percy hasn't yet told me that, and so I have to pretend.

The world without her is not as dark as you think, love. And the empire of darkness retreats further the longer and harder you dare to look: it is our fear and sorrow and misbelief that create night. You can as easily dissipate it as be consumed by it.

Paul turns over a page of the journal he's been writing to recount our vacation to Percy. He's trying so hard to bond but Percy's depression keeps destroying all his attempts.

You could blame your father and all of his family for not helping. You could blame all of them for cursing the two of you to such a life. You could blame them for helping so much it felt safe. But is it truly any fault but those of the stars?

And you must understand that you don't have the blue of the sky to help, nor the green of the sea. Not the black of Hell and not the gold of Heaven. You have but the heavy flowing crimson of your blood to help you. And that's why it's unadvised to sent it down the sink.

Your Greek philosophers say that romantic love is the weakest of all loves, since it was the first betrayed, because Gaia had Ouranos killed even though they claimed to love. I had thought that yours would be the legend to strike that down, but the luck your name have you lasted only so far.

I weigh the importance of my next words against the pain. It takes me a long moment to decide.

Annabeth is down there now, Percy. She can help herself forget. I know she is smart and wise and you do too: she wouldn't have given in if there was something we of the above world could do to help. But she gave in, and that doesn't permit us to judge her. Not the wisest and not the most just. None may judge her, for we don't know her as much as we like to think.

Because it takes someone to break down into pieces for us to see them truly.

Remember that Athena is wise before intelligent: Annabeth applied no cold-hearted probabilities and scenarios to this, she just knew what was best. You may think she died to protect her from the misery but maybe she foresaw a little further and actually protected you from misery?

I don't what else to write. My letter is contradicting itself in techniques so many times it seems better to trash it. But it is precisely like Percy's state of mind in that matter.

I write the address on top and dig out a drachma for the fee—

A deafening crash and then my blood stains the letter. It hurts and yet the pain is ebbing away like my blood. I look at Paul bleeding and dead, and I know Percy is never gonna recover from this.

To clarify, Sally dies in a car crash in the end, which is relevant to Miss Jackson's chapter one, where we see that Hesria has gifted (or cursed) Percy with an apparition resembling Sally which Percy hates. Also, thank you Wisepickle! Fortunately or unfortunately, I haven't yet had my child die cruelly at the hands of heaven, and so I couldn't write how he would've felt. Besides, I feel that the strongest emotions can only be expressed by reference, 'cause every reader has their own range of emotions against which to measure an event. So, yeah. Just pray for the people who've had to experience this in real life.

The language and metaphors are elaborate, almost pretentious seeming, and sprinkled with quite a few John Green lines or ideas, but I felt it was an appropriate sequel to Fredrick's chapter. Please spare a minute to tell me your thoughts