(Athena pov)

“Please reconsider this…” Athena asked of Aphrodite, trying to use quick thought on her. The thought lasted for a moment till Athena felt a sharp pain in her head.

“Really Athena? These old tricks.” Ares voice boomed inside the room.

“Ares!!” Athena snarled.

*What kind of sick coward holds back his power while his friends get devoured? He didn't even fight Scylla! Didn't even try to kill her! Hides inside a wooden horse to get the job done, never handles things upfront! Pathetic and weak like his son!” Ares snapped, anger seething through him. Disgusted at Odysseus’ lack of bloodshed

“Hold your tongue now! His son's my friend! And tell your lover that a broken heart can mend. You want more bloodshed? Then set him free. To get back to his homestead, he'll make everybody bleed.” Athena Snapped back, her tone matching Ares’

Aphrodite and Ares looked at each other before sighing. “Ugh, release him.”