❛ there are things i cannot fix. there are things you cannot fix, either. and while i haven’t seen your brother, i can — assure you that he will eventually recover from his loss. ❜
chióni, no, lyon was too much like his mother, like his only parent to be capable of succumbing to misery permanently. and ur remembered that no matter how many times she had though the world ( her world ) to be ending, it had never been the end. and she had faith in her son — and she had the patience to let him figure things out at his own speed. nothing good had, after all, ever come out of people trying to rush her child.
❛ —though i may be pulling some strings. isolation doesn’t seem to be helping. ❜
she could have just let this go, just nod and leave her mother’s presence. but something her mother said brought upon irritation. isolation. for chióni ? her brother HATED to be alone. it was why she was born in the first place, otherwise, she wouldn’t even be alive.
“eleos,” she hasn’t called the other goddess mother out loud for years “you created me because he hates being alone. of course isolation doesn’t suit him or help him. our ichor comes from you, mercy. as much as the both of us try, we can’t be fully apathetic. it’s been almost a hundred years...he’s just suffering.”
she huffed, crossing her arms around her chest. she didn’t like...she felt vulnerable whenever she was around her mother. she didn’t like family discussions, not really. she loved them both, but hated it when it was just her and her mother.
