[Oh gods. Jason was sort of hoping Daylight would have already received some memories, so that this one might not come as such a blow. Was Daylight even aware of this particular memory? Jason rubs at his neck where he'd felt that -- felt something -- take what he could only guess was the memory. He reaches that conclusion because he'd had his own memories taken before. In a different manner, but strangely enough for a similar reason.

A prophecy. For the greater good of Greek and Rome. So they could succeed.

He shudders, hoping it comes across as being from the cold. He'd started to realize from previous conversations that he had more in common with Daylight than he ever would have guessed, but he never would have predicted something like this.

He pulls himself back to the present long enough to hold up a hand as the spirits scurry off. He's starting to regret this, but maybe in a way it's best if he's the person to bring this stone to Daylight. Cause...yeah he gets it.]

That's cool. I got the sense that the spirits wanted to celebrate on their own, but I guess if they're willing to have you help that's nice. They've thrown so many celebrations for us, I'm glad they're doing something for themselves for a change.

[Right. What he saw.]

Yeah, you were human sized. That was when you were younger, right? I saw your relatives...[He hesitates, Daylight's going to find out anyway, but Jason just isn't sure how to prepare him for this memory or with the fact that someone else knows. Still, from his own experience, demigod families are certainly never easy.]...your aunt, your uncle and your mom.

[This is one of those instances where it might be better just to rip the bandaid off. He reaches into his pocket and, carefully using his sleeve to cover his hand, pulls out the opal.]