The King of the Titans, whose release from this place is so feared, is embarrassed. “Why?” I ask. He seems to know what I’m asking, because a self-deprecating smile tugs one side of his mouth up. “I always loved being a father. I miss it. Miss my children sorely. I guess I just…wanted to give you those happy memories that you craved and remember myself what it felt like—being a father with his daughter—even for a second.”
