"I doubt I'll come back at all," Kymopoleia said after taking a long drink from her bottle and then putting it down. "No one really remembers me; I'm just a part of him. The last time he died I couldn't even remember who I was and I don't-" She stopped with a frown, realising just exactly who she was talking to. She picked up her bear again, tucking fallen hair behind her ear.

"I doubt he'll bother with you again," Ky shrugged. She looked up at him, cautious and pensive. "I keep thinking about why I didn't kill you that night. I keep thinking about how I should have let Poseidon finish you off before I shot him."