Like, seriously, can we talk about Annabeth Chase in the Mark of Athena? Really talk about this girl who went on a solo quest that killed dozens and dozens of her siblings over the years because she knew it was the only way she and her friends stood a chance of bringing harmony to two warring camps?
The girl who knew what was waiting for her at the end of her quest, her mother’s greatest enemy and her greatest fear, and still went into those dark tunnels alone under Rome anyway?
The girl who outsmarted a bunch of misogynist ghosts, and then turned that wit and self-awareness on to Arachne to use their mutual fatal flaw of hubris against her?
The girl who broke her damn ankle and, instead of giving up, made herself a cast out of bubble wrap and plywood so she could keep going and finish the job?
The girl who kept herself together while cars rained down from overhead and the floor broke away and trembled beneath her, and only let herself give in to her loneliness and fear when she was safe in the arms of her boyfriend/partner, who would’ve been at her side the entire way if she’d asked him to come along? Who missed his presence and reassurance during the quest, but didn’t let his absence or heartache slow her down one bit?
(And then that same boyfriend recognized that Annabeth had to do this quest for herself or she would always wonder what if and doubt herself if she didn’t complete it, and that it would be selfish of him to ask her stay behind, but that’s another thing entirely.)
The girl who told that boyfriend to let her go as they both dangled over a pit that led straight to Tartarus?
This is the Annabeth Chase we need to be talking about, y’all.