The arrival of the Greeks into Camp Jupiter could pose a problem, so of course it was also Caius' problem. He was neither Centurion nor Praetor, but his sense of responsibility and duty towards Camp Jupiter had been ingrained into him since birth. For generations upon generations, his family had dedicated their lives in the name of the goddess Securitas to protecting New Rome, and it was now Caius' turn to uphold this legacy. From the moment the first Greek stragglers had arrived, he worried and pondered, wondering what could happen next and concerned for the future. It wasn't that he doubted the legionnaires could take on any threat that came at them; it was the fact that the enemy could be within these very walls, posing as a traumatised demigod. The son of Mars was not so heartless that he did not look upon the wounded - physically as well as emotionally and mentally - without feeling for their plight, unlike some of the other legionnaires he knew. He could only imagine their pain, but at the same time, would the hospitality of the Romans come back to bite them?

Additionally, he couldn't say he was all that impressed with the lackadaisical and careless attitude displayed by their house guests. Caius had always had high standards, not only of others but also of himself, and a part of him wanted to help the Greeks up to reach the Roman standards. But at the same time, he was not there to hold anyone's hand - every single legionnaire in Camp Jupiter, and every single legionnaire in New Rome, and every single Roman demigod since the beginning of time, had all learned to uphold the standards in their own right. No one would help another face Lupa. The Greeks would just have to learn on their own, and Caius hoped they would soon; the Centurions and Praetors were chomping at the bit, practically frothing at the mouth, at the seemingly willful lack of respect displayed by the Greeks.

And so Caius spent almost all of his free time thinking and trying to strategise, but it was difficult when there were so many variables and so many unknowns. Was there really a traitor who burned down Camp Halfblood, or was it something else entirely? Was there more than one traitor? What were the motives? Would they have had any help from anyone else - perhaps a god, or multiple gods, or monsters, or other demigods not within their own camp? Was there anything suspicious; did anyone notice anything that could prove useful? In other matters, would there be more Greeks coming into Camp Jupiter? Would they need another barracks? Would there be enough space to hold everyone or would they need to look at expanding some more? What about supplies? Where would the Greeks go after serving ten years - would those rules apply to them?

The endless questions and not very many answers often drove Caius quite insane. He wasn't a Centurion himself so he knew it wasn't really his place to worry about it, but he always thought of the future, too. His goals included getting a high ranking position in New Rome; the Greeks would be a problem for years to come. The son of Mars had since resigned himself to not graduating at the end of the year like he'd hoped. He'd need to keep an eye on things within camp, at least until there was a more clear direction of the future. At least he was somewhat lucky, being included in some of the meetings with the Centurions and Praetors because of his ability, lineage, and his experience in strategising. It was why he found himself in the Principia one afternoon, heading towards the library still thinking of the last meeting and looking at getting his hands on a map.

His musings were interrupted by a sudden waft of dust being blown into his face. Automatically, Caius' eyes closed and he turned his face away to sneeze, before he finally turned to look at whoever it was. It was a girl whose face he'd seen around camp every now and then - second cohort if he was right - but her name escaped him. Something he was unsure to pronounce? She was certainly no Centurion, though, and so the son of Mars asked, "Do you need some help with something?" While waiting for an answer, he glanced around looking for the scrolls of maps, making his way towards them as soon as he spotted them. Technically speaking, anyone who wasn't allowed in wouldn't actually find themselves in the Principia considering the guards at the door, so Caius wasn't too worried about the girl's presence.

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