Must've been hard on your mom, Frank said. I guess we'll do anything for someone we love.Hazel squeezed his hand appreciatively. Nico stared at the cobblestones. Yeah, he said bitterly. I guess we will.
by Rick Riordan
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In this scene, Frank expresses empathy for the difficulties his mother faced, highlighting the sacrifices one makes for love. His remark underscores the theme of familial bonds and the lengths to which people go for those they care about. Hazel appreciates Frank's understanding, indicating a sense of support and solidarity among them. On the other hand, Nico's response is marked by a sense of bitterness, reflecting his own struggles and the pain associated with love and sacrifice. His gaze at the cobblestones symbolizes his inner turmoil, suggesting that while love drives people to do great things, it can also lead to deep sorrow and regret. The exchange captures a poignant moment of connection and the complexities of personal experiences with love.

In this scene, Frank expresses empathy for the difficulties his mother faced, highlighting the sacrifices one makes for love. His remark underscores the theme of familial bonds and the lengths to which people go for those they care about. Hazel appreciates Frank's understanding, indicating a sense of support and solidarity among them.

On the other hand, Nico's response is marked by a sense of bitterness, reflecting his own struggles and the pain associated with love and sacrifice. His gaze at the cobblestones symbolizes his inner turmoil, suggesting that while love drives people to do great things, it can also lead to deep sorrow and regret. The exchange captures a poignant moment of connection and the complexities of personal experiences with love.

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