[ this may as well be the most or even first serious goal he'd ever conceived in his life, trying to reach the surface. the seeds of it were sown in his youth when he was discontent and struggling with tasks he never seemed suited for, the unease only growing until he'd discovered that letter behind hades' desk that fateful night. and from then his quest had crystallized: to escape the underworld. he'd be hellbent on it.
nyx or achilles or thanatos or meg wouldn't stop him or change his mind. but maybe only meg would actually stand in his way, even if it was her job. he's somewhat resigned to it now but the conversations rarely changed when they each had their goals and their goals opposed each other--
... wait. ] Did you say you'd help? [ that takes him by surprise and it shows as he blinks, his frown fades. ] Wait. Really? [ but some small ember of hope flickers. ]
Anyway I thought I was the one owing you a favor. [ this belatedly occurs to him, too. ]
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nyx or achilles or thanatos or meg wouldn't stop him or change his mind. but maybe only meg would actually stand in his way, even if it was her job. he's somewhat resigned to it now but the conversations rarely changed when they each had their goals and their goals opposed each other--
... wait. ] Did you say you'd help? [ that takes him by surprise and it shows as he blinks, his frown fades. ] Wait. Really? [ but some small ember of hope flickers. ]
Anyway I thought I was the one owing you a favor. [ this belatedly occurs to him, too. ]