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[center][h1][sub][i][color=ff4d4d]Cyrus Ray Starr[/color][/i][/sub][/h1]
—   [b]۵[/b]    [b]۞[/b]    [b]۵[/b]   —

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[b]Location:[/b] Edge of the Forest; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
[sup][b]Interacting With: Octavia Ramírez-Arellano [@Vicier][/b][/sup][/center]
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Cyrus laughed in response to Octavia's cooking joke as he made his way closer to her. When he was about six feet away he continued with his response. [color=ff4d4d]"You think so? I think I even got the charred smell just right. And I noticed. I'm surprised the morning games are over already. Where is everyone?"[/color] He did see some campers walking around as he flew overhead, but comparatively it felt like a ghost town with the prominent members of camp seemingly missing. He'd ask her about that later. Right now it was clear that something was on her mind and he was soon proven right.

He sat down beside her sitting his back against the tree. He looked up at it slightly feeling the shade of the leaved branches above them. The air was cool and nice and he was really starting to see why she liked it here so much. He turned his head back to her and began to think. Cyrus figured she was talking about Talon. Her other brothers were easier to get along with. He and Talon had some similar issues so he always felt as if the son of Ares was a kindred spirit in a way, but never really tried to pursue a friendship. The guy had built walls that Cyrus knew he couldn't brute strength his way through. [color=ff4d4d]"You mean Talon, right? Yeah... That's not gonna be easy. I've known people like Talon, both back in Kansas and from camp. He's stuffed his feelings in a bottle, buried it underground, and built a fort around it. But it's not his fault. I can't pretend to know his past but I know one thing that's common among demigods. Monsters follow us wherever we go, but not every monster a demigod will face is a mythological one. They face the very real monsters of the world that bring nothing but pain, suffering, and tragedy. I recognized the look when he first got here. It was the same as Erin's and many others."[/color]

He paused for a moment before letting out a sigh. He hated it sometimes and didn't really understand why things had to be so difficult for a lot of them. They could handle monsters you could fight, but too many demigods had felt the dark forces of the world rise against them when they didn't need to. They had gods for parents and instead of looking out for them they were left to fend for themselves until they could be rescued and brought to Camp Trauma where too many kids were suffering just like you. At times Cyrus felt guilty. No one in the outside world could hurt him even if they wanted to and while at camp he hasn't really done anything to help the others through their pain. He knew it wasn't [i]his[/i] job, but what good was there being a hero when you didn't or couldn't help them when it really mattered. The sound of a nearby bird stopped Cyrus from drowning in his own thoughts and he turned back to Octavia to continue with his advice. [color=ff4d4d]"But if you want to get through to him you can't force it. He's only going to shut down or push you away. Instead just be there, even if it's in silence. Join him in things that he likes or even bring him here. As you can attest it's a great place for thinking."[/color]