Annabeth finding their oldest child reading Dante's Inferno though, trying to help with a book report on an experience she's been through, only ten times worse, without letting her emotional scars tear open again. "'I trembled as I held on tight, for I could see the flames of endless fire and hear the ceaseless lamentations of the lost. I knew that we were dropping down and down, for nearer, ever nearer to me drew Hell's inconceivable malignity.' Mom, are you even listening?" "Y-Yes. Move on."