continued from @tragillary
While the rumblings of war enticed his wife and even himself as it was his domain and purpose, he had to find some levelheadedness about the situation. It wasn’t his strong suit; he didn’t inherit his father’s coolness but everything else that made the ram who he was. Perses was his voice of reason, even Astraeus despite being polar opposites. He could see the future shining in Styx’s dark eyes; she would feed off the hate. The stronger the better. The complicated the better.
“Perses and Astraeus, you mean?” Pallas snapped at her, making her remember both of her brothers. Perses represented destruction: the necessary evil of it. They worked side by side at times and he would hate if his brother would turn into his enemy. Their common enemy was their father, not each other. Not when they spent years protecting them and their mother from the ram. “You’re my wife. I came to you first with this news. And soon, I will locate my brothers. And my mother.” He stated.
“Your father didn’t exactly help with the last coup. And I reckon that same mentality will apply to this war. Maybe he will surprise us but I’m not betting on it.” Pallas offered his wife a logical conclusion. The rest of the titans; the great pillars of the Earth, they would side with Cronus. How could they disrespect their king and brother? The one who gave them their power and influence? “But he’s your father and along with your mother, you have a better chance of getting something out of them than I do. Focus on your parents and I will focus on my mother and brothers.”
In all the possibilities, he regrettably forgot their own children. They were young still but not young enough to escape the reality of war. “And our children. Do you think they will surprise us?” He questioned Styx with a curious brow.
