Concept: In one of the rare moments where Beryl Grace is sober Thalia has one last talk with her mother
Beryl: You’re brother was struck with curiosity. He got caught in their web and with every action grew more deeply entangled.
Thalia: So you let him die?
-Beryl slaps her-
Beryl: I carried him in my belly, nursed him from my bosom. He was all the sweetness in my heart.
-Thunder rumbles in warning and she glares-
Beryl: For that they took him and carved into me a wound that will never close.
-She picks up the bottle again-
Beryl: I pray you never have to suffer the agony of being forced to forsake one child for another.
















