I didn’t know what to say after that, and it was a long while before I felt brave enough to rinse my hands off in the water and get to my feet. With the Cornucopia back in my grasp, I sneaked a glance over my shoulder to see where Ares was now. He hadn’t made a sound ever since his outburst earlier, and I was still leery about drawing his attention to myself again. I was no stranger to his intensity after all the time we had spent in each other’s company - even if he was transformed for half of it - but it had been so different this time.
He had been angry at me. Not just because I existed or because I dared to burden him with my uselessness, but because of something I had done. And I still didn’t understand what it was even now.
But no, that wasn’t all true, I thought. Not if I dared to
