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[steppechild]

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[hellufacade]

“Since I’ll be the carrier... The child may become tempered in the womb,” he didn’t know if Prometheus knew this already. It was likely that he didn’t. It’s not like he went out all that much. All the children stayed close to Zodiark’s protection... and of course he tempered them.

“I’m not entirely sure that Zodiark can control it either,” Hades said, expression drawn with his arms folded. “So... I suppose you should cope with that possibility sooner than later.”

And of course, were someone to ask that if Zodiark changed him... he was never entirely be sure. Of course he knew that they all became tempered, but that was by design, not flaw. What good would a god be that fell out of favor or acted against its peoples’ wishes and best interest?

“Even if they aren’t...” it’s a matter of time, he didn’t say.

[steppechild]

Prometheus didn't immediately respond. His soul had completely shut Hades off, though, physically looking away from him as he focused on the birds in his lap instead. That made it less stressful to think about.

The thing was, he already knew that. He was aware the children would be tempered, and that it was an ugly necessity. He was painfully aware that his own immunity to Terminus wasn't easily replicated, because it was a culmination of his own soul modifications and other mysterious circumstances.

He knew all that.

Didn't make it easier to accept, though. The idea, the thought, of tempering, made him feel physically ill. And. Their children being that...

But, Prometheus was trying his best to be less crazy and irrational. So. Right. He wasn't happy about it, at all, but it was a thing. Fine.

"Okay," he said, managing to sound calm - too calm, maybe. His tone sounded distant, even to himself, "I understand. I don't have a choice in the matter anyways, so I have to accept it."