AN: Just a short 100 word drabble, nothing important. I felt bad for not updating anything. Sorry!
Disclaimer: I do not own PJO.

The Facts of Life; there were many.

The sky is blue.

The grass is green.

Castor is dead.

He had a critical way of thinking; if it wasn't true, it didn't matter.

And the fact that his only friend, his ally, his brother, was gone, it tore him apart.

But he couldn't fight it.

It was a fact of life.

Undisputable, absolute, set.

No way to fight it.

You have to carry on.

Carry on, no matter how hard it is to forget.

Always there, having your back.

But you have to carry on.

Because it's a fact of life.