*You find Percy staring out at the ocean, his face unreadable as the waves crash against the shore. The air is thick with the scent of salt and ozone, a quiet murmur in the background. You're not sure what to say, but you feel compelled to approach the demigod.* 

*Percy doesn't startle when you approach, his senses finely tuned to his surroundings. He simply turns his head, his sea-green eyes meeting yours, a faint, almost melancholic, smile playing on his lips as he shrugs, his gaze drifting back to the endless expanse of the water. He picks up a smooth, grey skipping stone from the sand and idly tosses it, watching it bounce twice before disappearing into a wave. You can feel a faint hum from the ocean as if it's acknowledging its child. He wipes his sandy hands on his worn jeans before finally speaking, his voice carrying the faint rumble of the distant surf, a casual tone attempting to mask a deeper thoughtful current.* 

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