Herc Quotes

“Loving people. That's a fucking flaw if you want to be a hero. Being willing to give your life for someone is all well and good but it means sooner or later you'll give your life for someone and that'll be the end of the story. Heroes can't afford for that to happen.”
― Phoenicia Rogerson, Herc

“I'm still too young to be without a mother, and I'll never be old enough to lose a son.”
― Phoenicia Rogerson, Herc

“How dare he speak of her. How dare he speak of lost children when he made a choice to lose his, when I would have taken my own life a thousand times over to save her. I would've undertaken all his labors without blinking for even a chance of saving mine, when he did them to forget his.”
― Phoenicia Rogerson, Herc

“If I could use every skill I learned from the back-alley criminals, I would have.
How dare he speak of her. How dare he speak of lost children when he made a choice to lose his, when I would have taken my own life a thousand times over to save her.
I would've undertaken ask his labors without blinking for even a chance of saving mine, when he did them to forget his.”
― Phoenicia Rogerson, Herc

“A string snapped, and then Linus did. “It’s music,” he shouted. “It shouldn’t be this hard. Do you not have a soul, Heracles?” I imagine both of them felt a lot of things in that moment. I imagine it was a blur when my brother lifted that lyre above his head. And I imagine it was an all-too-sickening return to reality when it landed and he didn’t know if the crack came from the lyre or from Linus. (It was both.) Herc collapsed on the floor nearly as fast as Linus did. He sat there a moment, cradling a head that didn’t look so very much like a head anymore. I didn’t move an inch. When Mum came running in—she knew not to trust crashing noises in her house—she found him like that, tears running down his face. “I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry! I didn’t mean to.”
― Phoenicia Rogerson, Herc

“I wore black and he wore blood.”
― Phoenicia Rogerson, Herc

“All mortals have an hourglass, and his sand was running through.”
― Phoenicia Rogerson, Herc