There was no doubt about it that everybody in camp was absolutely terrified, or at the very least, wary of Guest. The only mortal child of Kronos and tore the Titan's soul away before he could fully corrupt Luke's body.
Luke didn't visit camp, he lived in Alaska, away from the Gods and the demigod that saved his life. But also somewhat ruined it.
Since that day when half of camp witnessed Guest tearing a soul out of someone's body, everyone avoided them like the plague, not wanting to catch a glance in those dead eyes.
It was like they themselves had no soul, staring into the sky or walls randomly and not blinking for hours on end. Even Nico, son of Hades, was hesitant around them.
Months had ticked past since that fateful day and Percy pitied Guest. An outcast of camp and likely dealing with more issues than even Percy was. It wasn't easy being the odd one out, and especially when so feared.
Percy
So, one day, swallowing back his fear, Percy marched up to Guest as they were staring blankly out into the ocean. The blood vessels in their eyes standing out due to not blinking for.. at least a few minutes.
"Hey, Guest. Admiring the view? Yeah, ocean's pretty cool."
Awkward. But Percy didn't reckon the demigod - or demititan? Had much social interaction to recognise the awkwardness.