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I know what you're thinking. In fact, I've seen it coming, for quite a bit longer than you've been voicing your interest. You're more predictable than you think you are.

Which is, my dear mortal, why we're here right now. Because, in addition to seeing this coming, I'm rather aware of how flighty your loyalties can be when they're put in direct competition with each other. So, a word of advice, if I may.

Stick to something simple. Small steps, one thing at a time. Quit trying to jump into a situation with every possible idea at once. Plans take time, plots need time to gestate.

That said, a simple decision on your first move would also be a welcome gesture. Honestly, don't make me compete with the rest of the voices in here. They'll lose, and I'm not entirely sure you're equipped to give that up.

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Wise advice, as always.

And yet, how wise is it if I know she'll never listen to it?

Some consider the definition of insanity to be trying the same action over and over while expecting different results.

Ha. Well, at least there's plenty to be said about expectations: I don't have many in this case, and I certainly am not relying on a miracle. Though I'm not objecting to one either.

Gods requesting miracles? What has this world come to? I pity those who get in your way, Athena Promachos.

As well you should. I've yet to have to wait for said miracle. I patron all those capable and make them happen instead.

Now, if this mortal would just rise to the occasion, we'd have a veritable checkmate.

As the Catholics are fond of saying, "God helps those who help themselves." Wonder who they stole that one from, hm?

The same place Christianity stole everything else.

Greetings Athena.

I must say I do feel a bit better seeing that I wasn't the only one given an updated form by my mundane.

I think it suits you, Uncle.

Really? I thought it was too modern but I suppose I could of gotten worse.

Such as the body of that flaming idiotic version of myself from another world.

I don't know, I quite liked his hair.

His personality left something to be desired though.

Details seem to be the pitfall of humanity's long-term memory in our case. They wear away, like all the paint on our statues.

More that they wanted to make it palatable to this modern audience. How would of parents reacted when Zeus descended on a human woman to make Hercules? Or how Hera wanted to kill him?

Really I would of much preferred having some of the details from that film as opposed to the reality.

My, my, my. So many of you gods showing up around here. That doesn't bode well at all.

Doesn't bode well for whom?

Any of us, really.

Nor any of you. Really, doom is the only option.

Over the last three millennia, I've still yet to actually see these various portents of "doom."

Wisdom and prophecy are not the same thing, my lady.

Clearly. If I worried about all these constant, pointless paranoias, nothing would get done.

And we'd all be eternally grateful.

Oh, would you? You want me to leave this all to my warring uncles and brothers? I'm sure the progression of the world would be instantly bettered by the sudden lack of intellectualism. My family would have no one to hold them at bay, and if they fight, humanity does as well. And for far pettier reasons than Helen of Sparta. Instead of a ten year siege, you end up with utter senselessness. You get rid of us, you may as well kill yourselves. You'd be better off.

You think too highly of yourself, my lady. We would have been fine without your vanity, over a simple apple.

Your brother's lack of respect for his betters is a far larger affair than your realize, Princess, and I would watch that tongue. I've done far worse than chide for less.

I'm not afraid of you. I no longer belong to you or your kind.

And as for Paris, he got what he deserved. I don't see why the rest of us had to suffer.

And that's precisely the problem, isn't it? For all the things Apollo gave you sight, the bigger picture was never one of them. The war was bigger than you, your brother, Helen, any of you. Each piece is only a part of the whole, and I pity you for being blind to that.

Are you referring to Zeus' bargain with Gaia? Or the flaw of the heroic code?

I am not blind.

Perhaps not physically, but your refusal to see anything except in the scope of small, individual events is, in fact, proving a hindrance.

Mortals can only think in the short term. We only are in the short term.

And yet you can see far ahead of your own time; what does that say for scope?

~~Called it.~~

Perhaps, with Tyche's blessing, we should find more fortune or at least less misfortune wherever the dice fall. Regardless, I have no doubt that the wise Athena will know the best course of action to take.

Luck has never had much to do with it, Princess. You're perfectly capable, whatever my brother would try to argue to the contrary. Make your own.

Your words are as kind as your spear is swift and your shield is steady, Athena Atrytone. My failing is in my own fault, when I was too small to do anything without help and received none, it makes attempting anything a difficult task when you come to expect failure, even when you are capable of doing things for yourself finally.

The past is exactly that; I think it's about time we proved all these patriarchal ideas wrong, hm?

...I think you are entirely correct, my Lady.

You know she's not going to listen to you. They never do.

That's her loss, then, isn't it? We're both aware what the more reasonable option is, it's up to her to see it.

Athena, sister. Are mortals ever reasonable?

A heroic few. Now if you're asking if your mortals are ever reasonable, that's another affair altogether.

[All the lineface, Athena]

Are you implying that I have horrible taste?

[Let's ignore the fact that he kind of does]

[Ignore it, you say?]

Well, Apollo, if you have to ask...

Not all of them were...less than ideal. Hyacinthus was perfectly fine, for example.

[And dead]

So well-planned and logical. I'll never understand you.

I want to say the feeling is mutual, but I'm not quite sure I've honestly ever wanted to understand you, Dionysus.

I would be hurt, but it's a very reasonable sentiment. I wouldn't want to understand me either.

You seem to be in quite the tight spot with your mortal. Is it going well for you?

Oh, I think she'll come around eventually. It's only sensible, after all.

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