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(alright, this is a little projection of me, so don't expect much).
He swore that his eyes were good.
He was sure of it.
As a god, or just now as a human.
His eyes were fine.
...
So why he swore that he was seeing something in the ceiling of the cabin?
He didn't want to give it a name. Maybe it was just a noisy shadow or something like the Nosoi (the plague beasts), or just his tired mind playing games with him.
But something told him this was something more. It reminded him of that dumb hallucination he got when he lose Hyacinthus.
Maybe..? No, it can't be.
He hasn't lose anyone.
Meg was fine, Will was fine, Kayla was fine, Austin was-
-No. -he heard one night. Oh, so now the thing talks.
-... What do you mean "no"?
-You're omitting someone.
-Someone?
The thing seemed to nod.
-You're forgetting yourself, Lester.
-Wha- But I'm perfectly fine!
-Do you think so?
He didn't answer.
-Go on. Some days ago, your worst preoccupation was your appearance and how you didn't have powers. What happened with that Apollo?
-I'm not- You're-
-Or maybe you lost yourself a long time ago... Tell me, with all the things you had lived in this short mortal time, you really think that you're okay?
He didn't know how to answer.
-You've seen death directly at the eyes. You've fight so much times that you live on alert, you've learned how fear felt in your own flesh... And still you dare to say you're fine? Tsk, Tsk.
The thing now was walking around him. It stopped after a while.
-Seek help if you need to. Don't be so gullible with yourself or with the people around you. You, my dear God of medicine, had to learn how to heal. Not superficially, not with a charming smile and brilliant blue eyes; if you're mortal now, don't see it like a punishment, see it like an opportunity to learn.
...
He didn't dreamed anything that night.
Or the night before.
But he felt different, like if now being a simple human wasn't that bad.