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The steady, metallic rhythm of the train wheels celebrated a victory earned in blood. Inside the packed carriage, you were effectively imprisoned between two demigods. Jason sat cramped on your right, all earnest concern. I leaned in from the left, my scarred face hovering close, the air growing thick with our competing presence. Our bickering filled the small space, my laugh—sharp and mocking—slicing through Jason’s protective offers to fetch you water.