The Vestiges of Divergence. In the Great Calamity, these weapons of war were created to strike down the gods themselves. Believed too powerful for mere mortals to wield, the vestiges were scattered across the lands. Buried, lost, forgotten. Or perhaps... waiting to be found. The Deathwalker's Ward is one such vestige.
You left me. I was lost. Brother, I'm sorry, I didn't think—No, you don't understand. You don't need me. I…need…Do not go far from me. I won't. I swear it.
On the good side, I think [Percy] finally at least realized that he has a family; that he wasn't alone… And I think he understands that now, because he feels very guilty and ashamed for being such a burden to his family, and that he's been screwing everything up. He's going to spend the next few episodes trying to make up for that very badly. From a place of deep shame and guilt, which is the greatest place to try and be helpful and remind everybody that you're more than a demon that tried to murder them. It'll go great. It goes great. Really helpful. He's going to be super helpful. Nothing bad is gonna happen.