Persephone turned on her heels. “Persephone?” he called. She did not stop. “Persephone, where are you going?” he asked, catching up with her in the hall. She did not slow her quick stride. “To get ready,” she said. “For?” “If we are going to defeat Cronos, we need the Golden Fleece,” she said. “And do you have a plan to retrieve it?” he asked, though he did not disagree with her. He would need to be at full strength if he was going to face his father in battle. “I already told you my plan,” she said. He paused for a moment at the top of the steps while she continued down, practically sailing.
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