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“You wouldn’t understand.” “Well, I definitely won’t if you don’t explain it,”
Not for the first time, Lore realized she’d been kind of an asshole as a child.
“If I wanted a moral compass, I would have stopped at a store on the way here.”
“I’ve never known Lore to be incompetent at anything she’s tried.”
Perhaps there were some in Sparta who embodied those myths. Perhaps. But how we are remembered is less important than what we do now.”
“We must release the past if we are to ever find a future,” he told her.
“I’m not going to watch you stoically bleed to death,” Castor said, exasperated.
Sometimes, he’d said, the braver thing is to accept help when you’ve been made to believe you shouldn’t need it.
“A warm glass of milk,” Miles said, amused. “Okay. Coming right up, grandpa.”
“I was going to try to draw an analogy to me in PE, but I’m going to rescind that,” Miles said. “Given that your physical education involved learning how to murder people.”
But more than that, he always wanted to see her. He always wanted to follow her, even if it was right into trouble.”
Athena’s face dared her to continue, and Lore had never backed down from a misguided fight.
“I asked you for answers, not a soliloquy,”
A person alone could be controlled, but a person loved by others would always be under their protection.
“If there’s one thing I’ve learned this week, it’s this,” Castor began after a while. “When we can’t change the past, the only thing left is to move forward.
Power does not transform you, he’d said. It only reveals you.
“This is why I always had to hold all of our grudges as kids. You’ve never had the heart for them.”
This, she realized, was her family now. This was what had been right in front of her, waiting to be seen, the whole time she’d been chasing the past.
“A god . . . washed my unmentionables. . . . He came to Family Weekend at Columbia with me. . . . We ate pizza together.”
“Hades himself would turn me back at the gates knowing you’re coming,” Castor told her, “and that I’d fight like hell to meet you halfway.”
She was here for the city that had raised her, and she came with the pride of her ancestors and the strength of her heart, and neither would fail her.
“I’ve got another ancient proverb for you,” Lore said, sliding her arm out from the interior straps of the aegis. “Go fuck yourself.”
“You may be a god,” she told him, relishing the sight of his struggle. “But I’m the Perseides.”
Everyone is fine. I mean—fine in that vaguely traumatized way that comes with not fully processing everything that’s happened, but fine.”
“We don’t know what will happen until the hour comes,” Iro said as the others made their way back over to them. “But until then, we’ll stay here together as long as the night will have us.”