"It's not like any dream I've ever had," Clarisse admits. She's had her share of strange ones, of course, like every half-blood. But never one that's lasted this long, or that seems so simultaneously purposeless and real. She sleeps, has dreams (dreams within dreams?), gets up in the morning and showers and eats breakfast and goes to work. It's so mundane. And then there's the resurrection thing and the town itself, the anti-mundane. None of it makes sense.

Nico's other comment has her bristling, though. "Don't you think I've tried figuring this out? The gods don't answer me here." Man, it's so typical for a child of the Big Three to show up and act like their very presence will solve the problem. She should probably count herself lucky that it's just Nico.

So maybe she's a little bitter. So what!