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“We do not make up for hurt with hurt, Persephone. That is a god’s game.
“Get wet, Daddy Death,”
“What we were once and we are today, we shall not be tomorrow.” —Ovid, Metamorphoses
Nothing prepared him for watching someone he loved losing someone they loved. It was a feeling he couldn’t quite explain. It was as though someone gripped his heart, as if they were squeezing it within their palm, and there was no release, no way to shake the hold. It was ever-present and constant, and it was hopeless.