" my fat
in his arms, bawling. I choked bet
. He turned to Thanatos, crying into
tiful," dad
id you neve
so sorry. Every day, for years, not a moment passed when I didn't think of you or your mother. I never im
ed: "You two are such beautiful people! Oh Prometheus!" He tackled us in a b
ame my moth
om
rail-thin, her skin was marred by scars, hair cut haphazardly like a Nazi pr
beautiful daug
atos left, disgusted by his snot-cov
he did of old, told me
t the storm within me. I shivered, looking at my father, his
" he wh
di
th yawned
earth beck
sorrow, my mother's grief
odbye in a voice like embers. Her
ometheus' stolen fire. A fire that, in the end, had b
n the peak of Ol
"Only when you lose
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