I didn’t know how to respond to Ares.
I made him sad; he couldn’t look at me without picturing a past filled with misery and suffering, and he would probably always imagine the things he thought may have happened to me whenever I did anything he was concerned by.
“I make you sad…”
The way I said it probably felt like I was stabbing him right through the heart, but it wasn’t my intention to hurt him.
He had put his clothes back on, even though I was still naked, and he reached past me for his belt, and the knife which he kept affixed to it.
“I didn’t say you make me sad, Morrigan... I said that it made me sad to see you so afraid.”
That was really no better, but I did not feel like exploring the topic in any more detail than this, and so I turned my attention to the bag filled with m
