Defeat.

(Idk, I guess.)

Greyson had a grim expression on his face. He didn't like the whole story of the camps retreating. He had taken in lone demigods like Terry before to help them recover and train. Then he sent them to camp. No, the whole camp had come to him, utterly crushed in spirits. It ticked him off, and what was worse, messed with his concentration.

He had come down to check on the boy named Jacob. If he remembered correctly, he was the one with the artificial limbs surgery. Then again, he never remembered incorrectly. Greyson was born with an eidetic memory, otherwise known as photographic memory. He found the boy crying over his misery, and his expression softened. There wasn't anything he could say because of his inability to read social situations, so he stood and waited.

Greyson waved a hand as he stood, feeling like he was intruding. "No, it's fine. Sit down. You need to rest anyway. My name's Greyson." He told him, walking over to stand next to the boy. His expression was gentle and understanding. He had lost much before he had come to live here alone. Demigods brought threats to those close to them. There was nothing he could have done to save them. Save someone once, another danger would arise. With a smile, he looked at Jacob. "Is something wrong?"

Greyson smiled coyly at his first comment, knowing that it was definately not true. He didn't say anything more abut it though. He could do that all day and end up irritating Jacob, which was the opposite of what he wanted to do right now.

The Asian man blinked his mismatched gray eyes for a moment, they were a darker shade of gray than Jacob's or Terry's, but still gray enough to earn him teasing and bullying when he was little. "well, nice to meet you Jacob." his smile was worm at his thanks. "There's no need. This place is actually a safe haven for rogue demigods. Terry and Colton used to stay here before they went to camp. Terry has grown up, and Colton...well...he never got along with anyone anyway." He let out a small sigh. That didn't mean his death didn't hurt him. "This place is meant to keep demigods. And now it's serving its purpose. I got a message from Iris telling me that the gods wanted me to keep the place, so I did. So thank your parents."

Greyson looked up at the voice of the approaching girl. The name Fern caught his attention, and he sifted through his memory of little snapshots he had memorized. The list of the demigods staying here was pulled out, and he searched through the mental list. Ah, she was the child of Hades.

"Hello, I'm Greyson, son of Athena." He replied with a quiet smile. His gray eyes already said enough about being an Athena spawn, but he still said it as a part of his introduction. Every camper here seemed to be so down. There was nothing he could do to help but let them stay here, and it bothered him.