The only nymphs Zagreus knows are the ones he's been told stories about, and the ones who met an untimely end... Eurydice being foremost in his mind.
"You're not just the Goddess of Anything," Zagreus argues, fingers tightening around hers. "You're not just Flowers or Grain or Green Grass, you're Persephone, the Goddess of Spring. Of Verdure. Without you, the mortals can't survive off your bounty, or-- or make ships and houses from trees, or feed their animals, or give birth to new life, animals too! There's a reason the mortals sing of their loved ones as flowers, or of their love blossoming out of their chest. It's beautiful. Your domain is beautiful." His love for Spring only grows more and more with each scent of a blossom, of each rainbow garden, of each wildflower patch and fresh fruit and crisp vegetable. And it's only grown stronger in the six months he's been on the Train.
But he does his best to listen to why she'd done it, and he clenches his jaw at the way the mortals had treated Persephone. Zagreus presses his forehead against her temple as a small measure of comfort. "I'm sorry you were treated like that. Most of the Gods I know would have smote them right then and there. But you... you tried to reason with them, didn't you? You only tried to give them a second chance." He pulls back only to look at her, make sure he's not completely misreading the situation. "They broke a sacred pact with the Gods, Sephe. Nemesis would have taken them for their hubris if you hadn't stopped them. Or maybe the Olympians would have stepped in." It's less a cold blooded murder in the prince's opinion, and more a self defense, a counter to the mortals' declaration of war on their territory. It's not wholly Persephone's guilt to bear.
"Well sure I have. When we first met. When I thought you were impersonating my Mother." It's not a moment he's proud of, but it happened, and it was a real furor. "It was honestly a relief that I didn't attack you, then. It's not a feeling I have often either, but... I don't like it when it does surface. When it does cloud over my vision like that." He swallows hard against the sudden lump in his throat, thinking back on the time he almost lost control, almost killed someone when the illusions disguised him as Lord Hades himself. How the illusion of Ares smiled.
Speaking of Ares, Zagreus clears his throat, trying to make the lump go away, with middling success. "I feel it sometimes, too, when Lord Cousin Ares' power flows through me. Especially if I obtain several of his boons in one escape attempt."
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"You're not just the Goddess of Anything," Zagreus argues, fingers tightening around hers. "You're not just Flowers or Grain or Green Grass, you're Persephone, the Goddess of Spring. Of Verdure. Without you, the mortals can't survive off your bounty, or-- or make ships and houses from trees, or feed their animals, or give birth to new life, animals too! There's a reason the mortals sing of their loved ones as flowers, or of their love blossoming out of their chest. It's beautiful. Your domain is beautiful." His love for Spring only grows more and more with each scent of a blossom, of each rainbow garden, of each wildflower patch and fresh fruit and crisp vegetable. And it's only grown stronger in the six months he's been on the Train.
But he does his best to listen to why she'd done it, and he clenches his jaw at the way the mortals had treated Persephone. Zagreus presses his forehead against her temple as a small measure of comfort. "I'm sorry you were treated like that. Most of the Gods I know would have smote them right then and there. But you... you tried to reason with them, didn't you? You only tried to give them a second chance." He pulls back only to look at her, make sure he's not completely misreading the situation. "They broke a sacred pact with the Gods, Sephe. Nemesis would have taken them for their hubris if you hadn't stopped them. Or maybe the Olympians would have stepped in." It's less a cold blooded murder in the prince's opinion, and more a self defense, a counter to the mortals' declaration of war on their territory. It's not wholly Persephone's guilt to bear.
"Well sure I have. When we first met. When I thought you were impersonating my Mother." It's not a moment he's proud of, but it happened, and it was a real furor. "It was honestly a relief that I didn't attack you, then. It's not a feeling I have often either, but... I don't like it when it does surface. When it does cloud over my vision like that." He swallows hard against the sudden lump in his throat, thinking back on the time he almost lost control, almost killed someone when the illusions disguised him as Lord Hades himself. How the illusion of Ares smiled.
Speaking of Ares, Zagreus clears his throat, trying to make the lump go away, with middling success. "I feel it sometimes, too, when Lord Cousin Ares' power flows through me. Especially if I obtain several of his boons in one escape attempt."