𝐁𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐓, 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐆 at the nape of her neck ( blood crusted and dried, hidden like low-hanging fruit ), she listens thoughtfully to Pansy’s remarks. “ Pride’s not just man’s downfall, ” she says at last, when she finds there is nothing else to say. It seems obvious; the true tragedy in seeing history repeat itself. Perhaps Apollo should have known better.
“ Do you think he’ll succeed, then? ” She hopes so; if only for the sake of her goddess. Artemis has not fared well without her brother, despite her every attempt to prove otherwise.
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