“I’m just saying that you could have started with that bit,” I despaired. I was rinsing my dusty hoodie in the lake now. After the enlightening lesson on moly and some help with sipping on a mouthful of nectar afterward, I had gone to gather more pig bait while mulling over everything Ares had said.
He was in the middle of inspecting the rest of the rock pen. “You seemed hopeful,” was his only response. He didn’t even sound remotely contrite.
“Well, yeah,” I sputtered half-heartedly. “But it would have been good to know that it would kill us first, before everything else.”
“It’s the only other option available to us,” he hummed from his side of the wall. “If you abandon it, then we only have the one remaining.”
I sighed before rising and carefully wringing the excess water out of my ho
