𝑵𝑨𝑫𝑰𝑨

“You don’t.” Demeter responds, a simply shrug of her shoulders. “Yet if you block your heart off so easily; if you do not accept help, what good will that do you in the end?”

Hmm. Could it be that she carried past trauma—or had bitter encounters with gods before? To him, her disdain for gods and demigods alike sounded less like distrust and more like pure hatred. What a disappointment, he thought, though a part of him couldn’t help but wonder —

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ’ my ——— my ! seems like someone ' s not in the mood for my visit , how come you always be so disgustingly annoyed ? ? ’ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ’ hm . then i must inform you , some of us still think the same —- but how come you talk about it as if it wasn ' t really happening anymore ? ? they still fear us , for they would never end up knowing us completely . ’ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ’ then , if you stop with your petty mood ; perhaps i won ' t do anything to you . i am getting quite tired of this . ’ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ