And I saw it again...the flames...I could feel their heat! I could feel my back leaning against stone.
And I felt it again, what I felt in the moment that Apollo moved to...have me: shame, the basest kind.
And then I was awake, sweating and wheezing.
Athena was sitting at the base of my bed. After a few moments of disbelief on my part, we had a little chat.
Why does Athena care about me so much? Why does she believe me to be worth the trouble? It's not that I mind: I feel secure when she's near me, a sense that had been increasingly gone as my relationship with Apollo grew. But why me? Why was I picked?
Why am I "she who entangles men?"