Circe,
had you found comfort in Hermes’ perfection, love might’ve taken a more gentle toll on your immortality.
but I understand, for Aphrodite doesn’t let Ares stray too far away from her.
for there is no true love without raging war.
take comfort in your chosen mortals, as a god who loathes divinity.
– Prometheus
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