Theseus watched the interlude between the two. Somewhere between uncomfortable and young passionate hate and love all mixed into one. He rolled his eyes, still comfortable in his seat without a chance of budging. It was a silent immortal stand-off because he could feel that this kid wasn't just some ordinary nice guy. Greed was also picking up all the selfish flavor off of Theseus.

"Your mother? She was about four when I left. Or three, I can't really remember." It hadn't even been anyone that particularly pulled Theseus away, he just got uncomfortable when things became so settled.