"Don't know." I answer truthfully, as I watch the emotions play across her face as she thinks. "That seems to be a sticking point. He can't, or won't tell me. Maybe it's part of... I don't know, a quest?"
Drum my fingers on the table again. "Alright, so just about every time I run into him, there's fighting. But not against him. With him. It seems like... he's stuck. Can't seem to get to Olympus, and if the way he mutters about his father is any indication, he doesn't really want to, but he doesn't want to stay in the grey limbo he's in, either." I sigh, shaking my head. "He's still a prick..." Smile a little, thinking about how he teased me about my ass, and then when he hugged me, and told me it would all be alright. "... but I think there's more to him than just bloodlust and battle."
I watch Wanda's face as she explains, and I can tell that she is not happy either. She is filled with sympathy for Ares - I believe that she truly wants to help him as a friend! - and I am not giving her the answers that she had hoped I would. But how could I ever say that I would want to bring Ares back, after what he did?
And I cannot possibly ever tell Wanda, not without giving away Jack's secrets, and they are not mine to give.
"I don't think it's a wise idea to help Ares along his path without knowing for sure why he wants to come back. There is too much risk." Unless we could make him fight for the Blue City, says that small voice in the back of my head again, and I try to push it down. "If you see him again, could you ask him what his goals are? He may not be able to say - if it is a quest, another god may have forbidden him. But it's worth another try.
"As for Olympus…I don't know if he can get there. Gods do not die," I explain - or try to, for I shake my head helplessly even as I say the words. "I cannot say whether he will ever be admitted to Olympus."
"But please, take my opinion with a grain of salt. I may not be the best judge of character."
She's laughing at herself again. Can she really laugh about - about - who she's married? The thing in the Tower? How can she? She sounds as if she's chiding herself for being too fond of frivolous novels or something of that sort, not something as deadly serious as it is.
"Wanda," I say very quietly, very carefully. "Do you…need help? Not with Ares. But…do you need help? You and Rose?"
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Date: 2011-09-02 02:03 am (UTC)Drum my fingers on the table again. "Alright, so just about every time I run into him, there's fighting. But not against him. With him. It seems like... he's stuck. Can't seem to get to Olympus, and if the way he mutters about his father is any indication, he doesn't really want to, but he doesn't want to stay in the grey limbo he's in, either." I sigh, shaking my head. "He's still a prick..." Smile a little, thinking about how he teased me about my ass, and then when he hugged me, and told me it would all be alright. "... but I think there's more to him than just bloodlust and battle."
I watch Wanda's face as she explains, and I can tell that she is not happy either. She is filled with sympathy for Ares - I believe that she truly wants to help him as a friend! - and I am not giving her the answers that she had hoped I would. But how could I ever say that I would want to bring Ares back, after what he did?
And I cannot possibly ever tell Wanda, not without giving away Jack's secrets, and they are not mine to give.
"I don't think it's a wise idea to help Ares along his path without knowing for sure why he wants to come back. There is too much risk." Unless we could make him fight for the Blue City, says that small voice in the back of my head again, and I try to push it down. "If you see him again, could you ask him what his goals are? He may not be able to say - if it is a quest, another god may have forbidden him. But it's worth another try.
"As for Olympus…I don't know if he can get there. Gods do not die," I explain - or try to, for I shake my head helplessly even as I say the words. "I cannot say whether he will ever be admitted to Olympus."
"But please, take my opinion with a grain of salt. I may not be the best judge of character."
She's laughing at herself again. Can she really laugh about - about - who she's married? The thing in the Tower? How can she? She sounds as if she's chiding herself for being too fond of frivolous novels or something of that sort, not something as deadly serious as it is.
"Wanda," I say very quietly, very carefully. "Do you…need help? Not with Ares. But…do you need help? You and Rose?"