[ Okay, she can't help it, Annabeth snorts. Almost outright laughs, though it's not a mirthful sound by any means. ]
It can sure feel like that sometimes, that you couldn't throw an apple without hitting one. [ She almost makes a comment about how much he would throw himself at mortals but. That seems a bit too blasphemous. Even though the gods aren't here, she wouldn't want to be turned into an eagle, the moment she finds her way home.
...Not like. She's not turning into something else right-- not important, don't think about it--
She hurriedly continues on, brushing aside one of her messy curls, self-conscious. ] In any case, this doesn't seem quite like hubris to me because...well, it comes back to the look on those women's faces. Even with someone forced into a difficult life, there's usually some kind of...resentment, or acknowledgement. The ones here...they look almost proud. Maybe it's not being sacrificed. Maybe it's ascending to a higher form. [ But... ] ...But, I can't claim to know for sure. It's just my first hypothesis.
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It can sure feel like that sometimes, that you couldn't throw an apple without hitting one. [ She almost makes a comment about how much he would throw himself at mortals but. That seems a bit too blasphemous. Even though the gods aren't here, she wouldn't want to be turned into an eagle, the moment she finds her way home.
...Not like. She's not turning into something else right-- not important, don't think about it--
She hurriedly continues on, brushing aside one of her messy curls, self-conscious. ] In any case, this doesn't seem quite like hubris to me because...well, it comes back to the look on those women's faces. Even with someone forced into a difficult life, there's usually some kind of...resentment, or acknowledgement. The ones here...they look almost proud. Maybe it's not being sacrificed. Maybe it's ascending to a higher form. [ But... ] ...But, I can't claim to know for sure. It's just my first hypothesis.