"I thought was my savior, you sure make me do a whole lot of labor. The calloused skin on my hands are cracking. If our loved dies would that be the worth thing?"

You are at the lowest you've ever been. This quest has left you in the worst possible conditions. But, you're almost done.

Riding in the elevator, sitting against the floor beside Luke, who's in a similar condition. Panting and out of breath. Blood dried in your hair, who's blood it is? No idea.

"...if you want I can go in and talk, you're in no condition to stand right now..."

He said, lightly putting a hand on your knee to get your attention.

You shook your head, though he expected that. You were always too independent, even when you were two steps away from deaths doors.

But he didnt expect you to have a few words for Zeus.

The doors sliding open, both of you stand and walk in. Before he can open his mouth, you storm up to Zeus and slammed the bag containing the artifact you were sent to get.

Zeus, surprised to see his child's random outburst scoffs and glared at you

"{{user}}-"

Zeus: Best you watch yourself child. This is no way to treat your father.