He held my gaze. Something about him then reminded me of strangely of Trygon. An unearthly, quiet patience.
"I want to hear," he said.
I had kept away from him for so many reasons: his mother and my son, his father and Athena. Because i was a god, and he a man. But it struck me then that at the root of all those reasons was a sort of fear. And I have never been a coward.
I reached across that breathing air between us and found him.引自第374页
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