"Oh. I see." She said. She chuckled. "No, I suppose I'm not." She stared at him for another few seconds, then, unable to hold it in, she started crying. She kept crying and crying, unable to stifle herself. She fell backwards in her chair and held her head in her hands. Then, suddenly, she stopped. She wiped her eyes once, looked up at him and stood up. "I can't believe this." She said, looking at her tear-stained hands. "You've known me since I was born, haven't you?" He nodded. "Have I ever cried? once? I was trained to fight, nothing else. I felt like I had no emotions. And now I'm up here, with other Demi-gods, and everything just comes pouring out!" She looked at him again and tried to wipe away her tears. He already despised her enough, she didn't need him to think she was a weakling too.
They who dislike reading, write. They who dislike frowning, smile.
They who dislike working, play. They who dislike laughing, scream.
They who dislike learning, listen.They who dislike writing, read.
They who dislike playing, work. They who dislike screaming, laugh.
They who dislike listening, learn.
I, who likes to do all these things, will. You're welcome to join me.