The girl glared menacingly at the TV. Hermes was once again talking about the heroes of war.
They always sang their praises and crowed their accomplishments. They never spoke of their faults, nor the consequences of their actions.
" Gem, staring at the TV isn't going to do anything." Gemma snarled and turned here glare onto the boy behind her.
" That's what you said about killing the praetor, Alabaster."
" and I was right. What did it accomplish?"
" It accomplished making the first tear in his heart."
" Why don't you just get on and kill him?"
" An easy death? Now, dear Alabaster, what fun would that be?"