“Are you scared of looking death in the face?” Ares asks, head tilting to the side. “You made me look like him, but I’m better. I’m here.”

And your dead husband will stay buried. You’d built Ares in his likeness, and then given him a different names. He nearly scoffs; as if that changes anything. As far as he’s concerned, he’s your husband now. You love him. You have to.

So stop looking at him like he’s nothing but an android.