"Then what is right to you?" Annabeth replied, "if me saying that wasn't right, then what is right to you that I say?"
"It's not a matter of what is right to me, it's a matter of what you should really be doing rather than what you believe you look better doing," Antonio muttered, "Being yourself is much better than being a perfect being that doesn't show anything out of the perfect character they hold. I didn't like the fact that you believed that that is what you have to be. Perfect… no one should have to be perfect."
Annabeth stared at him for a moment before a burst of slight laughter left her lips. "Quite the humanist aren't you?"
Antonio blinked, staring at her. His hand touched the back of his neck as a nervous smile appeared on his face. A red haze appeared on his cheeks. "It seems I am one…"
