“I want to see you find happiness,” he said and sighed, running a hand through his thin, graying hair. “Even if it is just an ounce.” “Perhaps I am not meant for happiness,” Dionysus said. “It’s a choice, Dionysus,” Silenus said, clearly frustrated. “You have to choose.” “Then I choose vengeance,” Dionysus said. “And I will choose it until I have secured it.”
