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❝ somebody else came through earlier. you should have seen the look on my face when it wasn’t you! ❞ ❝ let’s forgive each other and forget, go back to how things used to be? ❞ ❝ right now i wouldn’t talk to me if i were you. ❞ ❝ i’ll have to pick up the pieces somehow, and figure out how to get on with my existence. ❞ ❝ we have caused such violence in the intervening time, that we must take this as a real victory. ❞ ❝ i’ll wait for you however long it takes. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry. but this is something i have to do. you wouldn’t understand. ❞ ❝ the only one responsible for all of this is you. and i thought even you would have understood that by now. ❞ ❝ i don’t like it when you’re quiet for too long, what’s on your mind? ❞ ❝ what is it with you gods talking behind the backs of all your friends? ❞ ❝ the world you seek out there...it’s even crueler than the one you know. ❞ ❝ look, i don’t hold grudges, you know that. ❞ ❝ i’m worried you’re going to burn yourself out if you keep pushing yourself past your limits. ❞ ❝ your lapse in judgement here is not so easy to forgive, yet easily punished. ❞ ❝ i didn’t mean to lose my temper with you. ❞ ❝ the fates are pretty mean to keep on doing this to you. ❞ ❝ i hardly think this is the time or place to indulge your overwrought imagination. ❞ ❝ for our sparring practice, there's no teacher than the real thing. ❞ ❝ they say a lot of things about me; and they’ll tell you, ample caution is in order. ❞ ❝ either your limitless power has considerably waned, are you are up to something. ❞ ❝ i risked everything by helping you out there. ❞ ❝ my voice is nothing but the crunch of gravel underfoot compared to yours, which soars as though on wings. ❞ ❝ to doubt is an important instinct. without it, we could not conceive of better circumstances than the ones we know. ❞ ❝ let’s not set a bad example for the family. we’re better than all that, they’ve many bad examples as it is. ❞ ❝ you are persuasive like your mother, and determined like your father. ❞ ❝ if you think for an instant that i shall go easier on you, you’ll soon learn otherwise. ❞ ❝ is clinging to a memory what keeps the soul from fading? ❞ ❝ don’t know what it is about you, but i feel like i can be me with you, you know? ❞ ❝ war, much like the heavens and the sea, can be considered as a force of nature. ❞ ❝ if you know that you could only see me for but a moment’s time...would you still make the journey for me? ❞ ❝ i, too, wish for a lot of things. unfortunately there’s no unraveling the fates’ patterns. ❞ ❝ i left when it was necessary. i thought of you and hoped you’d understand. ❞ ❝ all of which you think you have achieved was merely handed to you. ❞ ❝ the past me, it’s as though...it wasn’t even me. this is me, now. ❞ ❝ in war, one must take sides, and you had best choose mine. ❞ ❝ i do not act by whim or by mistake. ❞ ❝ i just don’t understand. why keep on being nice to me, like this? ❞ ❝ you’re so much more than what you said. i wish you could see that. ❞ ❝ it’s really nice, sometimes...knowing somebody really cares about me. ❞ ❝ my father? he’d not a one redeeming quality. ❞ ❝ we can learn from our mistakes or we can keep repeating them. ❞ ❝ there’s nothing you can do to hurt me. ❞ ❝ soon doubtless it’ll be your portrait hanging on that wall back there. ❞ ❝ just don’t go starting any wars you don’t intend to finish. ❞ ❝ you do something for me, in the meantime: don’t give in to what you’re feeling now. ❞ ❝ it is not often i attempt to kill someone and they survive. bravo! ❞ ❝ why does the soul remain, after the body bleeds, and dies, and turns to ash? ❞ ❝ all gods and goddesses are to be feared. ❞ ❝ what more could i have even done? could i have swayed you, in any other way? ❞ ❝ i tried, with all my might, with all my heart, you must know that, and still, it never was enough. ❞ ❝ i’m pleased to see your father’s stubbornness is manifest in you as such determination. ❞ ❝ i’m really starting to hate you. you know that? ❞ ❝ know that i am grateful for the outcome. even if i fail to act like it ❞ ❝ i’m with you every step. then i will probably ignore you like the rest. just warning you ahead of time. ❞ ❝ i only wish we met sooner, though i’m grateful to have met you at all. ❞ ❝ you work too hard. live a little. ❞ ❝ i warn you: i shall hold nothing back. ❞ ❝ that’s something very private that you’re asking... ❞ ❝ use caution with the tone you take with me. ❞ ❝ if you have any sense remaining in that head of yours, i caution you not to discuss this here and now. ❞ ❝ you saw something in me i never knew was there. in turn, with you, i felt....calm. whole. ❞ ❝ i only know that i was filled with rage. ❞ ❝ the fates decided this for us, i guess, and so...who are we to complain? ❞ ❝ i pray the fates not ruin all your dreams as they did mine. ❞ ❝ what’s the worst that could happen? ❞ ❝ they left their mark upon the world. shall you? ❞ ❝ your mockery of me may temporarily embolden you, but achieves nothing useful in the end. ❞ ❝ what exactly is it that makes you feel entitled to show me such disrespect? ❞ ❝ i’ve got to admit, you are really frustrating, you know? ❞ ❝ i seem to have this whole ‘easy-to-underestimate’ thing about me. ❞ ❝ you seem a little quieter than usual. dare i even say a little somber and remorseful, for some reason? ❞ ❝ it’s because i like you. in case you still have some misgivings about that. ❞ ❝ keep following that heart of yours. it’s good enough a guide, believe me. ❞ ❝ you always seem in good spirits, though. ❞ ❝ i cannot change the past. and there is only so much i can do about the future. ❞ ❝ a loving heart is a forgiving heart. ❞ ❝ just in case it hasn’t been made clear as crystal lately, let me tell you: when presented with the opportunity, don’t ever reject me. ❞ ❝ you know, i got to say i had a few concerns when we first met, your father being who he is and all. ❞ ❝ i like it when my prey bites back. ❞ ❝ my attempts at making peace are going to be rather subtle for your tastes. ❞ ❝ you'd best not take for granted my affection yes, i’ve lots of it to go around; but i can just as easily rescind such privileges. ❞ ❝ don't be messing with my feelings. my loyalty's hard-won and quickly lost. ❞ ❝ the truth is i’m a lover, not a fighter. ❞ ❝ if i may say? you’re a hell of a guy. ❞ ❝ you truly take me to the best of places. ❞ ❝ death shall come. either to your enemies, or you. ❞ ❝ a mortal’s life is short, and fraught with pain; is that truly the life you yearn for? ❞ ❝ you think you are superior to me? you are a fool. ❞ ❝ even i have doubts, from time to time. ❞ ❝ i wasn’t expecting to make any new friends here anytime soon. ❞ ❝ i grow angry merely thinking of your situation. ❞ ❝ i wanted to apologize for when i pried about your past. ❞ ❝ nobody gets out of here, whether alive or dead. you think i jest? you think i haven’t tried? ❞ ❝ they got me, finally, of course. but not before i broke them first. ❞ ❝ you are immortal, but in a manner, you can die. ❞ ❝ you have a lot of nerve --- but little else. ❞ ❝ oh, you look terrible, if i may say. ❞ ❝ you’re either naive or you’re much too kind, or both. ❞ ❝ despite whatever difficulties you’ve encountered, again and again, you have never yielded. ❞ ❝ though, that war? don’t ask me about it again. all right? ❞ ❝ you may not make your father very proud, but it is just the opposite with me. ❞ ❝ even i’m beginning to fear you, i think. seems i don’t know you as well as i thought. ❞ ❝ you have a worried look about you. spare me your thoughts? ❞ ❝ names are there to be forgotten. ❞ ❝ it’s not your fault. you couldn’t have known. ❞ ❝ i know it’s not been easy for you. ❞ ❝ you honor me...i have done nothing to deserve this. ❞ ❝ oh, how i hate to fight with you like this! ❞ ❝ follow your heart? that’s odd advice, especially from you. ❞ ❝ the fear of death keeps mortals well in check. you’d best learn to fear something yourself. ❞ ❝ you are going to get me in a heap of trouble before all is said and done. ❞ ❝ i'll hear no more such wicked lies, half-truths, or quarter-truths. ❞ ❝ well, if you won’t say it, i’ll say it. good-bye. ❞ ❝ i know of no one, nothing stronger, other than the love we share. ❞ ❝ i’ve some memories i’m not quite ready to give up on, yet. ❞ ❝ you seem less warlike than the rest. ❞ ❝ can’t always trust what feelings say. ❞ ❝ my temper i shall keep in check, but only barely so. ❞ ❝ i am unmade, unwhole, here in this place, alone. ❞ ❝ my past is not really worth mentioning. ❞ ❝ you may not really need me, but i will take these opportunities to help. ❞ ❝ you sound a little tongue-tied. just like you always used to around me. ❞ ❝ you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. ❞ ❝ this look like a shoulder to cry on to you? ❞ ❝ ...you know who you sound like right now, don’t you? i can’t believe this. ❞ ❝ i think, deep down, you are still that inexperienced little godling that you used to be. ❞ ❝ i always had doubts the gods were listening. that they could even hear. ❞ ❝ i was just checking up on you, just...let me know if you wanted to talk, for any reason. ❞ ❝ if there’s one thing i know, it’s that the three fates always get their way. ❞ ❝ hey, you’re not alone. you’re not alone, ok? ❞ ❝ you're not exactly easy to approach, you know. ❞ ❝ i grieve for you, my friend. ❞ ❝ are you lecturing me about healthy relationships with family? your family is the most broken and corrupted in the history of the entire concept. ❞ ❝ you think you can just walk away from me? ❞ ❝ how about it, then? care for a drink, with me? ❞ ❝ you are entirely too young to have had meaningful experience with loss. ❞ ❝ something the matter, there? or have you come to torment me some more with idle chat? ❞ ❝ you will find me waiting for you once you get here. every single time. ❞ ❝ men worship ares willingly; they are so much like him. ❞ ❝ while love’s the force that brought me and countless other’s low in life, it also brought me and countless others strength. ❞ ❝ others shall always doubt me. you may doubt me. ❞ ❝ beware the narrow distance between hastiness and swiftness. ❞ ❝ a crashing wave or thundering tempest are nothing to a broken heart. ❞ ❝ think back on when you started all of this. you now know so much more. are capable of so much more. ❞ ❝ as ever, you think only of yourself. ❞ ❝ this is where you belong. you feel out of place? where would you even go? your place is here. ❞ ❝ your path is yours to shape as you see fit, regardless of the fates’ design. ❞ ❝ you’re no god! you’re nothing but a piece of trash, born into all of this. ❞ ❝ you seem to have me all figured out. and here i thought we were still getting to know each other. ❞ ❝ are there truly no depths to which you would not stoop? ❞ ❝ leave me be, and don’t think you’re going to be so lucky next time we meet out there. ❞ ❝ you have the tendency to ask too many questions. ❞ ❝ i smell the blood on you. you are severely wounded. ❞ ❝ don’t be messing with my feelings there. my trust is hard-won and quickly lost. ❞ ❝ if you wish to test the fine relationship we’ve built, why then, i can confirm you’re testing it, all right. ❞ ❝ don’t ever take me for some thoughtless nymph to be manipulated. ❞ ❝ don’t get on my father’s bad side like that and you’re going to be fine. ❞ ❝ how’s your endless toil treating you? ❞ ❝ i’d never trade my bow for all that pomp and armor. but, to each their own. ❞ ❝ let me see you now for what you truly are. ❞ ❝ was i deceived, in thinking this of you, of us? ❞ ❝ i get what i want around here. ❞ ❝ don’t you understand i’m trying to fix the problems you caused? ❞ ❝ the gods are on my side, not yours. ❞ ❝ don’t you dare look at me like that. ❞ ❝ life isn’t particularly fair. i’d have expected you to know as much. ❞ ❝ i’m leaving. try and stop me. ❞ ❝ you have no concept of which impulses to act upon, and which to keep in check. ❞ ❝ when i inevitably, inadvertently trample all over your feelings at some point, please tell me, all right? ❞ ❝ you don’t even know who i am. who i was. ❞ ❝ won’t you come back to me? when you are able, please. come back. i shall be waiting here, however long it takes. ❞ ❝ never met a god that bleeds like you. red. like a worthless mortal. ❞ ❝ i got to hanf it to you. you don’t back down. you don’t ever back down. ❞ ❝ i’ve a tip for you: don’t be slow! ❞ ❝ you can’t escape your problems. you have no choice but to confront them, and work through it, sooner or later, one way or another. ❞ ❝ i knew you had a more sinister trick at play, because your fighting style certainly is of no concern just on its own. ❞ ❝ i...feel awful. i...i have to go. ❞ ❝ once people set their minds to certain things, it can be difficult to show them other possibilites exist. ❞ ❝ there’s something that i’ve wished to tell you: there’s no shame in your upbringing. ❞ ❝ i have known too many far too proud to accept help, even when it was sorely needed. ❞ ❝ may you yet come to your senses. ❞ ❝ i have virtually done everything within my powers to prevent this. all of it...for nothing. ❞ ❝ you can’t be serious. you’re going to pretend as though it never happened? ❞ ❝ seems i’m left to thanking myself, since you’re too proud to do it. ❞ ❝ fight like i’d fight out there. ❞ ❝ what have i done to deserve such scorn? ❞ ❝ you left, without so much as telling me good-bye. ❞ ❝ you’ve such weak blood, and such a temperament... ❞ ❝ i am very, very sure i haven’t murdered anyone. ❞ ❝ i am truly blessed simply to have made your acquantince. ❞ ❝ you wish to take advantage of my pity? ❞ ❝ it comforts me to see how far you’ve come. ❞ ❝ i’ve always wanted to kill a god. you’ll have to do. ❞ ❝ you don’t have to give me something in return, it was a gift! ❞ ❝ you know i’d take you if i could. ❞ ❝ you shut your mouth right now, with that. ❞ ❝ it’s never been an easy time for me. ❞ ❝ why do you think i keep on showing up? ❞ ❝ who might you be, wandering all the way out here? you’re trespassing on private property, you know. ❞ ❝ i’d rather have you as a friiend than as a foe. ❞ ❝ really, you’re kicking me out? why? ❞ ❝ you’re funny, but you’ll break. they always do. ❞ ❝ you must think that i abandoned you. you think i had a choice?❞ ❝ you’re stuck with me forever. remember that. ❞ ❝ you know these heroes by their deeds, not by their character. ❞ ❝ some would question the destruction which you sow, but i shall never do so. i fully understand your impulses. ❞ ❝ you’re quite effective at locating me, but not so good at leaving me in peace. ❞ ❝ you don’t need me & i don’t need you. ❞ ❝ you lived through all that? ❞ ❝ my heart soars, knowing you live. then it breaks, that our time together was so brief. ❞ ❝ you’ve only me. and i have only you. ❞ ❝ sulk in your chambers all you like, for i care not. ❞ ❝ where did you go...? what did you do...? ❞ ❝ monster! you have no bearing, grace or courage! ❞ ❝ you’re beneath the notice of the gods. i have earned their favor. ❞ ❝ your youth provides you with a certain mindless strength. ❞ ❝ wait. i don’t think i owe you any favors, here. ❞ ❝ you appear to have grown stronger since when last we interacted. ❞ ❝ please...it was never my wish to hurt you. ❞ ❝ death is your only family. ❞ ❝ i too was born of darkness, but i chose the path of light. ❞ ❝ don’t know how come everybody doesn’t sing. lightens the mood, passes the time. what’s not to like? ❞ ❝ you come from the bowels of hell. this is not your place. ❞ ❝ heroes? mere mortals, same as all the rest. ❞ ❝ offend me, and i’ll drain the last traces of colour from your cheeks. ❞ ❝ punishment is not the path to rehabilitation. ❞ ❝ you’re nothing like your father. i mean that as a compliment. ❞ ❝ i just hope that their intentions are as pure as they appear. ❞ ❝ don’t be sad, pretty much everybody dies sometime. ❞ ❝ i’ve done some things that maybe aren’t great. ❞ ❝ actions beat intentions. ❞ ❝ look! i’m grinning ear to ear! ❞ ❝ my fits of anger come and go just like the tides. ❞ ❝ you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞ ❝ you will need to face your fears someday. ❞ ❝ true wisdom only comes with age. ❞ ❝ something has stirred within your heart. i can always tell. ❞ ❝ or...wait...what is this, did you just ask me out? ❞ ❝ i’m getting awful sick of seeing your smug face, time, after time, after time. ❞ ❝ your humility is matched only by your perseverance in the face of adversity. ❞ ❝ your stubborness shall only bring you pain. ❞ ❝ sometimes, our hearts become so full that they could burst. if only you could see how much i care. ❞ ❝ let’s see if you’re as skillful as you think. ❞ ❝ wait, you’re not serious. that famous sense of humor shining through. ❞ ❝ i’m surrounded by my family, but i always feel alone. ❞ ❝ i shall make myself quite clear in one respect: i fear i have a lack of patience for discussion. ❞ ❝ thought i might find you all the way out here. although, quite frankly, i’m surprised you’re still alive. ❞ ❝ absolute silence is my general preference. it may not be yours. ❞ ❝ i just like to see you menacingly smile. ❞ ❝ don’t tell anyone about this, understand? ❞ ❝ i told you i don’t need your help. ❞ ❝ you’re much too modest for someone with such a number of heroic deeds to their name. ❞ ❝ if anybody asks, we’re even. ❞ ❝ we had a lovely time getting to know each other. we laughed, we cried! ❞ ❝ what’s the matter, you gone soft or something? ❞ ❝ be sure to add those to the list of words you’ll eat someday. ❞ ❝ you know i’d do just about anything to aid you. ❞ ❝ you again. i told you to stay clear of me. ❞ ❝ in spite of all your efforts, it is probably the case that you still have a long and painful road ahead. ❞ ❝ you’ve always cared for me. i can’t ever repay you for that. ❞ ❝ i just thought i’d say, that was well fought back there. ❞ ❝ hush, it’s the god of trash, come once again to filthy up this place. ❞ ❝ changed your mind yet, or looking for more pain and suffering? ❞ ❝ maybe get some sleep or something? you look pretty beat. ❞ ❝ look, i’ve got a reputation to uphold. ❞ ❝ your father’s quite the big shot around here, but that means nothing to me, understand? ❞ ❝ you don’t have what it takes. nobody does. ❞ ❝ there’s no returning to the way things used to be. ❞ ❝ can i offer you some words of advice? get over yourself. ❞ ❝ fear is for the weak. ❞ ❝ you now what i like about you? the way you bleed. ❞ ❝ may all the death you bring become the stuff of legends told in fearful mortal whisperings around the world. ❞ ❝ i just happen to think you deserve better than you’ve got. ❞ ❝ no love without pain. ❞ ❝ failure is the greatest instructor of all. ❞ ❝ i think you feel like you have some sort of fearsome reputation to uphold. ❞ ❝ you know what? i think we’re finished here. ❞ ❝ i know you’re not in a good spot right now. ❞ ❝ what you’re attempting is impossible. ❞ ❝ i’m not your practice partner, fool. ❞ ❝ i know you don’t mean any harm, but it just isn’t something i discuss with anyone, ok? ❞ ❝ first you defy me openly, and now you lie. ❞ ❝ admit it. you can’t stop thinking about me. ❞ ❝ i’d like to be alone again, so you go on ahead. ❞ ❝ maybe this might numb the pain a bit. ❞ ❝ something’s troubled me a little, about you. ❞ ❝ your failure is quite easily imagined. how often it recurs! ❞ ❝ found this, thought of you and all that, so...here. ❞ ❝ how i love these unexpected little run-ins with you. ❞ ❝ what brings you back around this way again? ❞ ❝ now what’s the matter? it’s like you’ve been up feasting day and night, you’re barely standing, everything ok? ❞ ❝ first i found you, i was certain that you had no chance at all. ❞ ❝ if it wasn’t you proposing it, i’d like to call it madness. ❞ ❝ i'll sleep when i’m dead. ❞ ❝ thank you for not forgetting about me. ❞ ❝ you must see plainly, then, what your birthright amounts to: you’re no better off than any of us here. ❞ ❝ i’ll do my best. for both our sakes. ❞ ❝ the world is not all lies and deceit as you make it out to be. ❞ ❝ you fight so desperately. at first i thought you simply lacked in patience. but now i see it’s urgency that drives you. ❞ ❝ you don’t know who or what you’re dealing with. ❞ ❝ who are you to judge, you misbegotten, shameful, unfilial maggot? ❞ ❝ you’re getting real predictable, you know. ❞ ❝ no one can avoid taking sides forever. but you can take the more sensible side, at least. ❞ ❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞ ❝ thank you for making me feel welcome in your pleasant home. can’t say the same for most places i’ve been lately. ❞ ❝ i would very much prefer to think we both know better than to let old grudges stew forever. ❞ ❝ nothing is ever perfect, right? no matter how hard you try. ❞ ❝ while i know what you meant, i don’t want you to say such things again. ❞ ❝ look at you, you’re hurt there pretty bad. ❞ ❝ i can’t be completely sure but, what you said just now i think contained some of the component pieces of a compliment? ❞ ❝ don’t fall for mortals. use them if you must, but do not waste your love on those who waste away. ❞ ❝ you’re stubborn. however, so am i. ❞ ❝ you think me cruel, yet know nothing of cruelty. ❞ ❝ you just stick with me, i’ve always time for you. ❞ ❝ you look a little down and so i was just wondering, would you perchance fancy a song right now? ❞ ❝ i get the feeling we’re starting off on the wrong foot. ❞ ❝ a harsh winter is coming for you. and i’m afraid you’ve brought it on yourself. ❞ ❝ i was unkind last time. forgive my indiscretions there...or don’t. but i wished to apologize. ❞ ❝ don’t suppose i can talk you into fighting back this time? ❞ ❝ go occupy yourself someplace else. ❞ ❝ don’t feel bad! it had to happen! but if it’s any consolation, it’ll probably happen again! ❞ ❝ you’re running from yourself. ❞ ❝ wine does have a rather special way of making everybody look even more beautiful than ever. ❞ ❝ i am not interested in having company, especially from you. ❞ ❝ my faith is prone to shakiness sometimes. ❞ ❝ you’re not your father, thank the gods. ❞ ❝ i’d ask you to join me for a drink, but i know you’ve a task ahead of you, and liquor dulls the senses. ❞ ❝ you’re more stubborn than your father. i never thought that such a thing was possible. ❞ ❝ remember, next time, that on my whim i can take everything from you. ❞ ❝ haven’t we had more than enough of each other by now? ❞ ❝ i get the feeling i’m being watched. ❞ ❝ you’ve berated me repeatedly and often. ❞ ❝ you ever lose somebody dear to you? ❞ ❝ as you grow long in years, perhaps you shall learn better judgement as to whom to trust, and whom to never, ever disrespect. ❞ ❝ sometimes things weigh heavily on me, but then i hear from you, and it’s like i don’t have a care in the world. ❞ ❝ stay focused on the hunt, and it’ll help keep the pain at bay. ❞ ❝ you are just so spontaneous, and i’ve a liking for that sort of thing! ❞ ❝ no one gets out of here, whether dead or alive. ❞ ❝ what is it that you’re after, really...? ❞ ❝ don’t take my silence the wrong way, all right? ❞ ❝ that’s terrible...wish there was something i could do to help. ❞ ❝ your unpredictability is one of your assets. ❞ ❝ do not throw away your life as i did mine. ❞ ❝ you do not take all your defeats to heart, do you? that’s good. ❞ ❝ the fates can twist intentions. i don’t want to take the risk. ❞ ❝ sometimes you make me feel alive again. ❞ ❝ why...i was much stronger once, than this... ❞ ❝ sometimes i wish i knew more about your past. ❞ ❝ you shall not goad me into anger with a petty insult such as that. ❞ ❝ we’ve been through a lot, and i think we’ll be going through a lot more yet. ❞ ❝ feelings we shared...they faded, with time. ❞ ❝ learn well to shut that foolish mouth of yours, or i shall shut it for you. ❞ ❝ i knew so many warriors who would throw away their lives for glory, believing that the gods were on their side; refusing to consider that their opponents felt the very same. ❞ ❝ you didn’t need to vent all that inner turmoil onto me throughout my life. ❞ ❝ swear to me that you shall never repeat what you are about to hear. swear it! ❞ ❝ sometimes i wonder what’s going through your head. ❞ ❝ i can do this. i can do this. i can do this. ❞ ❝ i heard you got yourself into another mess that needed cleaning up. ❞ ❝ you have a good heart. keep listening to it. ❞ ❝ you picked sides, and things are not the same. ❞ ❝ all the terrible choices i’ve made. by the time you have existed for as long as i have, pray youo will have made fewer. ❞ ❝ i must admit i have grown fond of you. ❞ ❝ please open your mind to the fact that there are those who care about your wellbeing. ❞ ❝ i know you mean well. from the bottom of my heart, i thank you truly for the thought. ❞ ❝ how can somebody be so brash yet hate to take unnecessary risks? ❞ ❝ i know we can’t exactly change the past, but we can try to move forward. ❞ ❝ you didn’t answer my question. though, you know something? forget i asked. ❞ ❝ just checking in on you, but i’ll be on my way again shortly. ❞ ❝ you would speak to me of foolish mistakes? ❞ ❝ do not question my power. ❞ ❝ there is no point in doing it but pride. and pride is dangerous. ❞ ❝ i must admit, your strength of will is quite inspiring. ❞ ❝ i don’t hate you. i don’t think i can ever hate you. ❞ ❝ i've decided not to kill you. no sport in cornered prey. ❞ ❝ i never thought i’d hear you talking about looking forward to working. you feeling alright? ❞ ❝ it has been far too long. although, the passing of the time was very kind. ❞ ❝ i have been thinking on this for some time, and i’ve a declaration i must make: i shall hear no more of your silver-tongued lies. ❞ ❝ oh good, somebody’s here to save me from myself. ❞ ❝ i wonder how much more insulting you could be. ❞ ❝ may i have this dance for old time’s sake? ❞ ❝ no matter how far you run, it doesn’t make your problems go away. ❞ ❝ i ever tell you you’re a real sweetheart? because, if not, i’m telling you right now. ❞ ❝ oh don’t worry, i’ll be back in fighting shape in no time. ❞ ❝ it’s not that i’m upset or anything. you know i’m not, but truthfully i’m a bit annoyed. ❞ ❝ you’ve got quite the fighting spirit in there, i have to say. ❞ ❝ ...answer me something. what am i to you, exactly, as of late? ❞ ❝ if you’ve not anger enough for it yet, you’ll learn, i promise you. ❞ ❝ i shall bring desolation upon those who wrong you. ❞ ❝ you know nothing of tempers if mine is your frame of reference. ❞ ❝ let me save you lots of future suffering: i happen to be the jealous type. ❞ ❝ i was really hoping we could change the subject. please? ❞ ❝ finally you cleared the mess you caused. ❞ ❝ i never grew accustomed to the air, up here. it gusts senselessly whichever way it pleases. ❞ ❝ i need your help with something. as i’m about to risk it all. ❞ ❝ love tends to blossom in the strangest places at the strangest times. ❞ ❝ normally they grovel, then they scream. they shut up eventually, but not you. at least, not yet. ❞ ❝ you know, you ain’t near as bad as i’d heard! ❞ ❝ so now you know. but, only half the truth. ❞ ❝ you are and always will be an insufferable brat. ❞ ❝ they say both gods and mortals are notoriously poor at estimating how long it takes to get anything done. ❞ ❝ flattery never got me anywhere with you to begin with. doesn’t mean i won’t keep trying. ❞ ❝ i’m warning you, i’m not susceptible to bribes. many have tried. ❞ ❝ by my estimation, you have slain at least a thousand souls. ❞ ❝ everyone’s saying i went easy on you. ❞ ❝ no, on quite the contrary i’ve been under no impression that avoiding conflict is an option here. ❞ ❝ you really won’t tell me anything about you? you’re just going to leave me to speculate, forever? ❞ ❝ fears, i think, are born of ignorance. ❞ ❝ i don’t exactly know the ways of mortals. ❞ ❝ it’s not just you swept up in all this nonsense now. you didn’t ask for me to get involved but what did you expect? ❞ ❝ if only i had wisdom such as yours, so that i was more capable of picking up on subtle jabs and insults such as that. ❞ ❝ did i detect some hesitance on your part just then? perhaps you knew that you were making a mistake. ❞ ❝ i need you in my life! how can you just...turn me away like this? ❞ ❝ no. no mournful speeches. now get out of my way. ❞ ❝ you needn’t lavish me with your faint praise. ❞ ❝ our memories are warnings. when you have lived as long as i have, you come to understand your weaknesses. ❞ ❝ you speak none of this, to anyone! ❞ ❝ it seems to me your strength outweighs your smarts ❞ ❝ you’re really too much for me sometimes, you know that? ❞ ❝ you speak as one who’s not experienced war. ❞ ❝ you’re looking kind of down. normally you’re all smiles, for whatever reason. ❞ ❝ your heart shall never carry you astray. ❞ ❝ it almost sounds as though you’ve broken up with me. ❞ ❝ come now, i don’t think that’s anything to be concerned about. ❞ ❝ where did you steal that kingly blade you’re brandishing about? it seems ill-fitting for one such as you. ❞ ❝ you overstep your bounds with me. but i shall make you fall right back in line. ❞ ❝ if there’s one thing i’ve learned since we met, it’s that the trust we share is at the very foundation of our relationships. ❞ ❝ it is woefully infrequent that i’ve cause for this, but i do have to thank you. ❞ ❝ so you’re realizing now that your entire image of me came from your imagination, is that it? ❞ ❝ sorry, my lips are sealed. how about we change the subject? ❞ ❝ you mistook me for someone who blindly follows orders without considering the implications. ❞ ❝ you, in a healthy relationship? why yes, that i have to see. ❞ ❝ you won’t tell me anything about you? you’re just going to leave me to speculate, forever? ❞ ❝ oh, would you look at whom i found, all by their lonely self. ❞ ❝ sometimes our tempers get the best of all of us. you’re fortunate mine didn’t get the best of you back there. ❞ ❝ you really need to learn to stop meddling in others’ affairs. ❞ ❝ was just thinking about you. ❞ ❝ the mortal concept of what constitutes as a hero is absurd. ❞ ❝ i may not be the one to kill you. but i’ll soften you up for whoever does. ❞ ❝ i have been waiting for a special moment to confess my great appreciation for your deeds. this moment’s special enough, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ all mortal life is fragile; it simply is a struggle to survive. ❞ ❝ it wasn’t any of my business to pry into your personal life. i should have asked. ❞ ❝ what do you say we deal some death together? ❞ ❝ the more you step away from your responsibilites, the less you shall want anything to do with them. ❞ ❝ what we were once, i wonder if it’s but a falsely ringing memory of mine... ❞ ❝ in all your boundless intellect, i’d have expected you would know i see through your intentions, plan as day. ❞ ❝ ii shall not lie to you again. that much, i swear. ❞ ❝ oh, i don’t have the heart to keep exacting vengeance on you. ❞ ❝ privileges are earned, not begged for. ❞ ❝ i thought we had an understanding. but, this wouldn’t be the first time i was wrong about someone. ❞ ❝ i have every confidence you’ll someday clamber from the shadows into the light. ❞ ❝ no paradise awaits you. ❞ ❝ did you miss me? i thought i’d steal away a bit and that together we might make up for lost time. ❞ ❝ when blood is spilled and death is dealt, i simply cannot remain discontented for too long. ❞ ❝ unlike my present company, i do not ask too many questions. ❞ ❝ what’s life without a little pain. ❞ ❝ i would do anything that you would ask of me. ❞ ❝ such a waste, all for your foolish pride, that you should care more to be remembered by those you shall never know than to be loved... ❞ ❝ look, if you don’t feel the same way about me at this point, i would rather know. ❞ ❝ you chose to die in glory, not to live in peace...and all for what? ❞ ❝ what’s the matter there? gone awful quiet. did i hurt your feelings? ❞ ❝ please, if not for your sake, then for mine...do not return. ❞ ❝ you blame your ancestors for your own weakness? ❞ ❝ i still grow frustrated with myself quite often and don’t always know whom to turn to. ❞ ❝ i’ll just remain here, comfortably at rest, for some untold millenia. ❞ ❝ the world has a limitless capacity for pain. ❞ ❝ well, if you do require some emotional support, know that i likely shall be standing over here. ❞ ❝ you’re not fooling anybody with your feigned benevolence, you know. ❞ ❝ i'm just an old killer, yet you treat me like i’m the one who’s royalty around here. ❞ ❝ life and death are inextricable, and war is often what connects the two. ❞ ❝ someday or night you shall look back on this, and thank me. ❞ ❝ i can no longer tolerate my life here in this place. ❞ ❝ they said you were headed this way. i said i’d stop you. ❞ ❝ if you were being too pushy, you better believe i would have put you back in your place, royalty or not. ❞ ❝ i am leaving, even if it kills me. ❞ ❝ hey, can’t ever be too careful when it comes to people’s past and feelings and stuff, right? ❞ ❝ should you ever go to war...do look me up. i imagine i would take your side. ❞ ❝ have you given any thought to just...leaving me alone, and going back to wherever it is you came from? ❞ ❝ and here i was beginning to think we had something special going. ❞ ❝ i’m worried you’re going to burn yourself out if you keep pushing yourself past your limits. ❞ ❝ whoever it was you used to be, i believe you’ve changed. ❞ ❝ i’m no mere mortal. ❞ ❝ i suppose this must be what it’s like to be a god. being shown affection such as this. ❞ ❝ admittedly i was quite good at it, but i was nothing other than a killer. ❞ ❝ no need to get emotional, is there? i’m not the sentimental type. ❞ ❝ all that pent-up rage behind your smiling words... ❞ ❝ don’t ever fall for mortals. use them if you must, but do not waste your love on those who waste away. ❞ ❝ i was never terribly fearful of gods. they seem to have their struggles much like mortals do. ❞ ❝ i would ask you to think of your well-being for the time, not mine. ❞ ❝ must say you’re very good at hiding your worries. ❞ ❝ anger fades. anger burns hot, then burns out. what’s left is a dull ache. ❞ ❝ you have much to be proud of. you’re a great warrior. a great instructor. a great friend. ❞ ❝ you must know the seven types of love by now, don’t you? why, i have several types of love for you! ❞ ❝ sometimes i fear i shall develop some sort of grudging respect for you. ❞ ❝ as you grow long in years, you gain more burdens and responsibilities, until they bind you. ❞ ❝ you’re being very nice to me, and that makes me suspicious, understand? ❞ ❝ you like me? i never thought, i...don’t know why that sounds so strange, coming from you. ❞ ❝ just know that...if you feel the way i do...you know where to find me. ❞ ❝ i still have feelings for you, i think. ❞ ❝ you’re a god. i’m telling you to learn to act like one. ❞ ❝ we were invincible together, weren’t we? though, i have never missed those days... ❞ ❝ i like being on my own and all, but it’s been nice, talking to you like this. ❞ ❝ you’ve done more for me than i’ve any right to expect, from anyone. ❞ ❝ the heart can make us do the strangest things, can’t it? ❞ ❝ i would never have been remotely prepared for everything i’ve had to face, if not for all your guidance. and i don’t just mean the violent stuff. ❞ ❝ you’re not so bad, you know that? careful with that, or you’ll undermine the ruthless reputation you have. ❞ ❝ well, for all his failings, i’m thankful that he did not teach you how to hate. ❞ ❝ i don’t know that i hate anybody, really. ❞ ❝ why am i never proud of you? don’t take it personally. i’m never proud of anything. ❞ ❝ there are a myriad of tales to be told, of both great deeds and of vainglorious defeats, and this has been a tale that falls somewhere in the middle. ❞ ❝ why your path keeps on crossing mine, i’ve not the slightest clue. ❞ ❝ there is no replacing your presence. i felt that before we ever met, and now i know for sure. ❞ ❝ mortals are so bent on clinging to their lives, that many among them would gladly kill for it. ❞ ❝ listen to me. i don’t know how else to put this, but, i want you to come home. ❞ ❝ i think we understand something of loss, now, don’t we? ❞ ❝ hey, look, i can tell you’re struggling right now... ❞ ❝ you must know i often hunger for destruction, almost uncontrollably at that. ❞ ❝ you still have no idea how to be up front with me, do you. why don’t you tell me why you’re here, and what you want. ❞ ❝ the destruction you have sown, the sheer carnage...nothing can surpass that. ❞ ❝ i do not think i ever would have asked for help, at any point, because...i don’t entirely know how. ❞ ❝ but hope alone is worthless without action, is it not? ❞ ❝ as bloodshed has become somewhat of a necessity in my situation, i am very grateful that you’re with me in this. ❞ ❝ many mortals strive for greatness all their lives, never quite realizing there is no existing formula for it. not even a specific definition for it. ❞ ❝ there are aspects of my country that i miss, from time to time. the stark, bright beauty of that strange, wondrous land. ❞ ❝ pride is perhaps our family’s worst trait. ❞ ❝ i think for many of us, it can come as a surprise to learn that love and war often go hand in hand. ❞ ❝ you don’t have what it takes. ❞ ❝ had a feeling i would find you all alone out here. ❞ ❝ quit messing with my heart. ❞ ❝ swear something to me. that you’ll discard your fears about our bond. ❞ ❝ each time we fight...i think i learn a little more. ❞ ❝ you’re nothing to me anymore. ❞ ❝ say, you must know a lot of big shots, don’t you? other gods and all that? ❞ ❝ i trust, from time to time, you stop to ask yourself how come you choose to fight. ❞ ❝ you cannot change the course that has been set. try all you like. ❞ ❝ we don’t all share the same demeanor, nor see eye to eye. though all of us, i think, wish you the best. ❞ ❝ i’ve known great men throughout my life, and i can always tell when someone’s better than their circumstances. ❞ ❝ i am quite capable of making your life plenty difficult. ❞ ❝ i bet whoever it is that loves you...it’s because of who you are. ❞ ❝ i lay the blame entirely upon you, yes. who else? ❞ ❝ i think, deep down, you are not the heartless harbinger of retribution that you want everyone to think you are. ❞ ❝ in my domain, you either find your place, or you learn your place. ❞ ❝ you have no idea how good you’ve had it here. maybe someday you’ll come to understand. ❞ ❝ do not mess with me right now. ❞

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Yyyyeah, I wrote a thing because I like to make myself cry.

Parties weren’t really his thing. Sure, maybe his mother loved them, but often they meant a group of Goddesses who he rarely even saw pinching his cheeks, telling him how much he’d grown and asking him questions he had to speak to answer. When his siblings were around, it was easier, but this time they had scattered to explore the castle as soon as they arrived, leaving him behind. Baak and Oriana weren’t much help and Fuega had her own shyness to overcome, so he’d had to deal with a good hour of it on his own and he was exhausted.

There was another factor, though. Lucas. Even if the healers assured them that the medicine had done a great job at controlling his seizures, the fact was that everyone was still afraid to take their eyes off him, and while Lucas tried not to make a fuzz about it, Tristán could tell it kind of bothered him. Particularly when his younger brothers, like himself, were the ones playing nanny. Tristán eyed his brother for a moment, pondering, and then lightly tapped him on the hand to call his attention.

‘Will you be alright on your own?’ he signed ‘I kind of wanna explore around as well’

Lucas pondered on it shortly, but ended up nodding.

‘It’s fine. I’ll be right here’ and he smiled reassuringly.

‘Sure?’

‘Sure I’m sure. I’ll stay close to mom in case anything happens. You go ahead and have fun’

So Tristán seized the first chance he had to slip outside and to a secluded spot in the gardens. Mayahuel’s house was surrounded by a mile’s worth of magueyes. He walked among them, enjoying the silence, until he found a nice grassy spot to sit on.

The stars could be seen from this plane, and he was grateful. There was nothing quite like them, even in his mothers’ domain. They made him instantly relax and forget about the noise and crowd of the party inside the castle. It was so peaceful out there...so peaceful...

He woke up after what seemed hours and scratched his head. The nap had been refreshing, although he preferred his own bed. He began to make his way back to the castle, hoping his siblings were as tired as he was so they could leave soon, but on the way back, the sight of a circle of little heads surrounding a scene caught his eye. He heard someone fall to the ground with an ‘Oof’ and winced. Oh, no. This was the problem with parties where the adults were having too good a time to check on their kids. He looked around, hoping to stop one of his older siblings or cousins, but saw no one, and, with a sigh, he approached the scene.

The multitude was conformed by godlings, angels, mestizos, some cryptids and maybe a calaca or two. He could barely see anything from what they were watching in mesmerized silence, except that it was a gang of angels and they were well into their teens. He made a face. Why did he have the creeping suspicion that they weren’t picking on someone their own age? He sighed and searched his pockets, maybe he had a candy bar or two to offer the poor victim once they were done. It wasn’t much but it would at least help them feel comforted.

“Get up!” one of the angels was saying “Can’t you even do that, worthless spare?”

The gang laughed. None of the kids forming the circle did, a couple of them seemed mortified. Tristán scoffed. Not mortified enough to intervene, thought? Well, he was one to talk, though… if he could only wield a sword properly! Then they’d see. He’d show them. As he was, though, he would only make things worse and end up with two beat-up kids instead of one.

“I pity your parents” another bully said.

“I pity your entire family” the first one said “How did they ever overcome the shame of your birth?”

Tristán frowned, hoping they would just get it over with. He didn’t think he could stand hearing more of this. He heard someone shuffling -presumably the victim trying to get to their feet- followed by the sound of them falling over again, no doubt pushed again by one of the bullies.

“Aw, you gotta try harder than that!”

“Why don’t you do everyone a favor and disappear, you freak!?”

“Oh, guys, we’re wasting our breath! He can’t even hear us!”

Tristán froze, his heart beating up his throat. Oh, no. Please, Gods, no. He was supposed to stay inside, he was supposed to stay inside-

He began to move, frantic, trying to squeeze between the bodies surrounding the scene, earning a lot of groans and curses, until someone shifted enough for him to see the victim and he sucked breath in, his stomach dropping.

It was Lucas. He was covered in grime, as though he’d been rolled over it, and he sat on the ground, eyes set on the dirt absent and glossy. His lip was getting fat. Tristan struggled harder.

“Leave him alone!” he shouted. He didn’t know he could be this loud “Leave him alone!”

One of the angels in the group turned and saw him and elbowed the leader. Pale eyes set on his shape. Murmurs spread among the present.

“Chin! Es el hermano!” someone in the circle said. The sea of children parted, recognition in their eyes as they glanced over him. Tristán, his eyes set on Lucas’ shaking form in every step, made his way through them. A lot of times, he had fantasized about doing this, about facing bullies to defend someone, but he didn’t feel like he’d imagined he would, powerful and glorious. He felt sick. His eyes were watery.

“Hey, isn’t he related to this sorry freak?” one of the bullies asked.

“He’s my brother” he set his eyes on the pale-eyed angel, the one that seemed to be the leader of this little pack. They were all older and taller than him, but he was positively boiling with anger and couldn’t care less for the moment being “So you leave him alone right now”

“What, this broken little twerp?” the pale-eyed one snickered, kicking some dirt in Lucas’ direction. Something cracked inside Tristán “We were just playing with-”

Tristán’s fist impacted his face and he fell back, on his butt, blood gushing out of his nose. Everyone gasped and hell broke lose. Most of the audience was disbanding, running for it. More figures were approaching.

“Don’t call him that” Tristán’s voice was quivery and shrill. His entire body was shaking. It was exactly like the stories he’d read, the stories Miguel had told him on the late nights. The hero had stepped up against injustice. But he still felt sick, and angry, and tears were spilling from his eyes, and he wanted to scream himself hoarse and then some more. He’d been feet away and had done nothing! He’d left him alone for monster like these kids to pick on! What kind of brother was he?

“Apologize” he demanded, his voice still watery. The pale-eyed angel glared at him over his broken nose.

“You stuck-up little son of a native wh-”

With a roar, Tristán fell over him, hitting every part of him he could reach. Someone grabbed him from behind, pulling his hair, only to be tackled one second later. A quick glance showed Tristán the cavalry was here. Rahui was kicking and screaming on the grasp of the angel that had pulled his hair. Somewhere on the back, Esteban and Adeleine were trying to pull a bully off Baak’s fallen, struggling shape, to no avail. Oriana had curled the strap of another bully’s bag around his neck somehow and was mercilessly pulling, much to Valdez’s evident dismay. Even Fuega and Feliciana had each grabbed one leg of the biggest one and wouldn’t leg go, bitting down hard as he tried to stay away from Mila’s rage. A punch on the jaw made him pay attention again. The bully flipped them over, hitting his nape against the ground, and landed another punch on his cheek. Tristán screamed.

“GET OFF MY LITTLE BROTHER, YOU SLIME!” came Rahui’s outraged scream. Tristán lifted his knee, jamming it with all the strength he could muster on the bully’s chest. He hear the air getting knocked out of him and seized his chance to flip them over again, landing another hit on his face. And another, and another, until he had to stop to catch his breath. He got to his feet, panting, wiping the sweat out of his face. Around him, his family recovered as well. Miguel was kneeling next to Lucas, probably from the moment he’d arrived that’s where he’d been, tenderly wiping his face, his expression grim. Tristán, the same sick feeling as before coiled inside his stomach, grabbed the pale-eyed angel by the neck of his shirt and dragged him towards them, where he dropped him unceremoniously.

“Apologize” he repeated. His voice was still choked. He was still shedding tears, but his hands didn’t shake anymore.

“Tristán...” Miguel hissed, mortified. Lucas’ eyes were set on the ground before him. The pale-eyed angel shuffled on the ground, but didn’t speak. Tristán grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him up, raising his fist in a threat.

“Say you’re sorry. Now!” he sobbed.

“Y’know...” the angel said slowly, with a smile that was missing one tooth “...he can’t hear me, the broken little-!”

Tristán’s fist landed on his face one more time and his head fell back, dazed.

“Tristán, that’s enough!” Valdez called behind him. He could hear Fuega crying. Tristán closed his eyes, fearing he was going to vomit. This was so messed up, but what else was he supposed to do? They’d hurt his brother! Poor Lucas who’d never hurt anyone! And only the Gods knew how many times it had happened, ho many times the other godlings had mistreated him without anyone in the family finding out, without anyone standing up for him.

It had to stop.

He’d make it stop.

“Call my brother broken one more time” he wailed, tears still streaming from his eyes. Disgust coiling in his stomach. For the bully and for himself “And I will kill you, you hear me? I will kill you”

The pale-eyed angel didn’t reply. He’d had the snark beaten out of him, it seemed. Tristán stayed for what it seemed hours there, holding the front of the bully’s shirt, breathing harshly, ready to land another blow, until someone approached him and gently un-pried his fingers from it. He stood, stiff as a statue as Elphaba put her arms around him, muttering into his hair. He heard Raul gently talking to Lucas, easing him, and Rahui’s frenzied explanation of what had happened to a disgruntled-sounding Belleza.

But he could only move again when he felt Lucas take his hand. Elphaba released him and he turned to Lucas’ questioning eyes. ‘Are you alright?’ Oh, Gods. Was he worried about Tristán even when he’d been the one beaten up? Tristán’s eyes filled with new tears.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner” he sobbed.

He cried like a baby. He cried until he felt he couldn’t even breathe anymore. He cried until his mother’s arms surrounded him and even then he just hiccuped tearlessly into her shoulder.

“You made quite the number on your hands” Xibalba said, looking at his bloody knuckles. His expression was unreadable. Tristán gulped, his puffy eyes set on his feet. He could hear his mother going around bandaging his siblings’ wounds, sparing them comforting words and aunt La Noche yelling her head off to the parents of one of the bullies (‘My Oriana has a sprained wrist thanks to your savage of a child-! Oh, please, of course she wasn’t strangling him! Look at her! Look how small she is-!’)

“I’m sorry, papá” Tristán mumbled. Red eyes set on him, still unreadable.

“Sorry” he repeated, his tone distracted as he examined the bandage absently “Well, you are your mother’s son. I was rather surprised that you hadn’t gotten into a fist fight yet, frankly”

Tristán felt his face scrunching up in effort to not cry again. He took a deep breath and let the words rush out.

“I left Lucas alone. I went out- I wasn’t going to take long, I swear, but I...I fell asleep and when I came back-” he gulped, his voice strained “I stood there...I knew they were hitting someone and I didn’t do anything until I saw it was Lucas...I should have done something sooner! I shouldn’t have left him alone!” at this point, his voice was shrill and small and he was all but sobbing again “It was all my fault. All my fault, papá. P-please don’t be mad at me- I won’t d-do it again”

Xibalba placed a hand over his head -the boy started and then relaxed under the hand ruffling his hair affectionately.

“Deep breaths” was all that Xibalba said, his tone gentle, and that was enough for his son to know he wasn’t angry. Tristán did try to breathe, tears still streaming from his eyes, liberating, until he was too tired to cry anymore and instead a groggy numbness settled over him. His eyes stung.

“I’m sorry” he repeated one last time. Xibalba removed his hand from the small head, sighing, and picked him up with perhaps more effort than usual.

“Come. You’ve had a long day”

‘You need sleep, he says. Staying up late fuming isn’t going to do any good, he says’ La Muerte scoffed at the lights bellow her studio balcony, arms still crossed before her chest. As if it were that easy! Every time she closed her eyes, she could still see all the beloved little faces covered in dirt and bruises. She could still see the scrapes on Dulcea’s elbows and knees and even her face. She could still feel Tristán clinging to her, crying his little heart out with blood still over his knuckles.

She could still see Lucas’ fat lip and his sad, sad eyes.

Gods, if she thought long enough about it, she felt like going out to kick those little winged ruffians on their respective behinds herself. But it wouldn’t help, she reminded herself. Most the parents had offered apologies. Some of them have been heartfelt, some had not. A couple of them had simply picked up their kid and left without so much as a word and the Candlemaker had had to rush and catch her by the arm before she went after them and fed them their teeth because she was just too angry too think properly.

It would have been a lie to say she didn’t blame herself partially. She hadn’t noticed Lucas leaving her side, caught up in a philosophical debate with Tlaltecuhtli that had ended abruptly once she’d spotted Adeleine frantically signing for her to come near the entrance door. She knew the boy had to have his space, and forbidding him to leave her side would do more harm than good, but it was at times like this that she was tempted to do just that. Because she’d been abruptly reminded that some beings seemed to live and thrive just to hurt others and her poor son had already too many challenges in his plate to have to also deal with these-

The studio door opened and Lucas’ face, pale and anxious, peered at her from the opening. She turned to him and motioned for him to come close.

‘Why are you awake? Does something hurt?’ she signed, crouching to look at his face. The lip swelling had finally gone down and he’d taken a bath, but something in his eyes still looked hurt. She guessed it would for a while. He shook his head.

‘Mamá, it wasn’t Tristán’s fault’

La Muerte furrowed her brow. Tristán’s fault? Where on earth had anyone gotten that idea? She signed for him to elaborate and Lucas sighed, shoulders sinking a bit.

‘They surrounded me because I wasn’t paying attention. I should have paid attention.’

‘It’s not your fault either’ she immediately countered.

‘He was defending me. They called me-’ his hands froze and he lowered his eyes, mouth pursing ‘They called me broken. They called you...well, I’m not repeating it. They made him very angry’

‘They really did, no?’ La Muerte agreed. She didn’t even need to ask what they’d called her. There was a particular faction of angels that seemed to always end up having troubles with native godlings and they always used the same word for her. She’d long-since stopped caring, but the kids took it at heart whenever it happened. And Xibalba… ‘Mijo, don’t tell your father that they called me something bad, please?’

Lucas smiled faintly and nodded.

‘I won’t’

‘Why would any of this be Tristán’s fault, though?’

Lucas hesitated a bit, but he ended up letting out a resigned breath.

‘He thinks it’s his fault because he left me alone’ he signed and lifted both hands to his side as if to say ‘Crazy, right?’. Oh. La Muerte grimaced. Truthfully, she and Xibalba had been concerned about this kind of thing, the un-due responsibility their children felt about Lucas’ condition. They were still discussing possible alternatives to actually depending on either of them or his siblings all the time with La Noche, the Candlemaker and other health experts from the different realms, but the reality was, they weren’t yet sure of what to do and the more time they took to solve it, the more these thoughts ingrained themselves in the kids’ heads. La Muerte had to admit to herself that she had allowed herself grow comfortable with the thought of Tristán staying behind to care for Lucas at parties, given that he was shy and not inclined to want to go around to socialize, but if any lesson had to be drawn from the day’s events, it was that it had been a massive blunder on her part to do so.

And her kids had paid for it. Just like Sartana had paid for her naivety.

She pushed the thought aside and gritted her teeth. Oh, Xibalba was right, it didn’t do her any good to allow herself to stay up and alone with her thoughts. Actually, wasn’t admitting, even to herself, that Xibalba was right a sign that she needed to sleep in itself? She let out a breath through her nose.

‘It’s way too late for you to be up, mijito’ she signed ‘We should both go to sleep now’

Lucas hesitated in place.

‘Are you going to tell Tristán it’s not his fault? He won’t listen to me or any of us for that matter’

She nodded, smiling a bit.

‘Tomorrow, we can tell him together’

This seemed to cheer him up considerably. He went to her and hugged her and she squeezed him a bit too tight in return. Her gentle son. She understood how Tristán had felt seeing him being beat up and insulted by those kids all too well- the righteous, blind rage it must have caused him. His mother’s son, after all, was what El Chamuco had said earlier that evening, a trace of amusement in his voice, and as much as she liked to think her children had the best parts of Xibalba too, she couldn’t help but agree and feel proud in her heart of hearts.

She walked Lucas to his room and kissed his forehead goodnight, before setting off for her own room. Xibalba jerked awake when she laid down next to him.

“Done fuming, are we?” he teased in a groggy mutter. She pulled from his mustache playfully once and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“Go back to sleep. We have something important to do tomorrow”

Tristán doesn’t quite believe it’s not his fault for a long time, even if he pretends not to anymore to ease his parents and Lucas.

His knuckles healed, and La Muerte mentioned, even as she checked the still tender skin a few weeks later ‘Your siblings tell me you have one hell of a fist, ñervo. Maybe you should try boxing instead of fencing’.

He laughed self-consciously and shrugged a bit, but he considered her words for weeks on end.

‘Do you think it’d be bad if I took up boxing?’ he signed at Lucas one afternoon, as they lied with their stomachs to the floor of their father’s castle, playing canicas.

Lucas tilted his head in confusion and made an expressive motion with both his hand and head; Why? Tristán couldn’t quite find the right words immediately, so he pretended to study his marbles for a moment before replying.

‘I don’t know, I guess...maybe I don’t want to be a brute that beats others up’

Lucas shook his head vehemently and started signing so quickly that Tristán almost missed what he was saying.

‘Not a brute! You didn’t hit those guys because you wanted to, you did it to protect me. Not a brute. You’re a...’ Lucas scratched his head, searching for a word. He knew if he used the word ‘Hero’, Tristán might get upset, as he had when Dulcea had proclaimed him so in the middle of a playground some days before. ‘...you’re my guardian angel’ is what he finally settled for, seeming a bit embarrassed once he’d said it. It was cheesy beyond belief, and maybe that was why Tristán felt choked with emotion.

‘Really?’

‘Honest’ Lucas smiled and ruffled his hair ‘Besides. You got our mom’s arm, I think. With that, I bet you can knockout every opponent they put in front of you. Just try not to get too beaten up or you’ll end up twice as ugly as you already are, OK?’

Tristán playfully shoved his face, laughing.

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