vax'ildan processes the question for a moment. he's not sure how to answer it, and he doesn't know from what time period percy is from. he doesn't know what to tell him, but... it doesn't matter, does it? he could tell him whatever he wants to on this island. he's dead.

"it's me, percy." he turns from where he's headed back to the house, reaching to take both of percy's hands in his own. "the last i saw you, scanlan used his last wish to call me to your wedding with vex'ahlia. the raven queen delivered me. i told my sister i worried for her no longer. and i left. but instead of returning to the divine gate, i... arrived here."

he falls silent, then reaches a hand out to take percy's cheek, to meet his eyes.

"it's me."