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[Marius smiles sadly.] Having grown up with the gods of Rome, you'd think I'd have remembered that. But I loved her, my silent but beautiful and protective goddess. When she woke and mocked me, then buried me in the ice so I couldn't stop her, it was a shock.

The ones I grew up with were no better.

I worshiped them until I knew better--and I knew better after I was snatched off the side of a mountain by a man who could turn into an eagle.

You had that worse than I did. I at least was snatched by the druids of the grove.

It took me two thousand years to see the truth. I've lost so much time.

Zeus was... [ Ganymede sighs. He's spent his entire life treaing on eggshells to avoid coming out and saying bluntly and plainly how awful his abuser was. And he's kind of over it. ] I'd call him a cunt, but he lacks the warmth and the depth. And the usefulness, to be honest.

[Trojan, a boy no older than Amadeo granted immortality by the gods. A lover or conquest of Zeus. Marius nods slowly at his words. He thinks he knows his original name. And it probably was as awful as he said.]

And for a thousand years you served him? I am sorry. It sounds horrible.

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And now you know why I worship no gods. And never again will.

I think it goes without saying that I am a fair bit older than you by now.

I figured you were. I was born just before the decline of the old religion. You know gods and goddesses personally.

That I do. The ones I still speak to with any regularity, or comfort, are...honestly fairly normal, as they go. Persephone and her husband were at my wedding.

I was born...almost seven thousand years ago.

You are a bit older than my goddess was. She was a little over six thousand years old when she was killed.

I kind of wish I could speak to Persephone and Hades. From the stories, they seem like some of the few of the pantheon who wouldn't have minded the conversation.

Come by the bar, chances are you'll see them. They're lovely--genuinely.

They're some of the only ones I'll willingly meet or speak with.

I'll have to come by some night. It's over in Chelsea, you said?

It is, yeah. You'd like it, it's comfortable. And I'm there most evenings some time, though lately I've been convince to take more nights off than I have in a long, long time.

I'll visit, then, though I haven't had much in the way of alcohol for a long, long time. Good companionship and conversation is enough of a lure.

You don't drink? Or you can't, for whatever reason?

It doesn't agree with me much anymore. It's not much of a loss. A glass of wine here or there was fine, but I never was one to enjoy losing control.

Oh, I don't know. I don't do it often, but sometimes I like getting shitfaced. No worries, no problems, usually a good time.