If only there was someone here to remind us that the world was greater than just this moment in time, this singular place where Ares and I lay tangled together at the bottom of the sea somewhere. And if only I could remember Circe's warning that something like this couldn't last, that no matter how the pieces fell together in the end, there was no future where he and I could coexist.
And yet the only thing I could remember now was the indescribable connection I had felt with Ares, ever since the day I saw him lifted out of the Aloadae's prison. Gasping, half-dead, mangled and broken. He had endured all of it and yet lived. It was a different kind of strength that I had seen in him then - not a killer's violence nor the savagery of a bloodthirsty animal, but the strength to hold on and sur
