( Red's expression grows quiet, serious as he explains, and she settles with the answers. They're not easy ones. They're painful ones. Shit is always fucking painful, but she appreciates the truths he gives. It can't be easy to share something so raw and so painful.
Her hand slips back into her hair against the back of her neck. She stares at her own two feet. )
Even my instincts were made for me.
( She frowns, wondering how to - but he's already said so much. Her fingertips dig into her neck. )
You're right. They did not care about you, and they should have. ( There's a huff of a protective breath. ) My- Hades was the god of the Underworld, and he made me. He made me to guard it, and then another version of the Underworld was created for teenagers and he made this specific version of me to guard it. More human than he wanted me to be.
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Her hand slips back into her hair against the back of her neck. She stares at her own two feet. )
Even my instincts were made for me.
( She frowns, wondering how to - but he's already said so much. Her fingertips dig into her neck. )
You're right. They did not care about you, and they should have. ( There's a huff of a protective breath. ) My- Hades was the god of the Underworld, and he made me. He made me to guard it, and then another version of the Underworld was created for teenagers and he made this specific version of me to guard it. More human than he wanted me to be.