I had only spoken to Ares about my name because I wanted to distract myself. It was a conversation that would help me to calm down and think reasonably, and which was not going to result in the kind of tension I wanted to avoid.
I hadn’t considered what he said about the meaning behind his own name, but he was right - it felt like one of the silly things which made us so well suited.
“I would believe you if you told me you really are a Goddess of war and destiny, you know. The way I found you, and the things you make me feel… I could retell it as one of those old myths. I would find it hard to think of you as anything but a spirit if it wasn’t for…”
He didn’t finish the thought, and it bothered me. I felt like he had stopped himself from pointing out a flaw.
“If it wasn’t for what?”
