He stared down at you, seeing the anger in your eyes, the anger that never left. The anger that every child of Ares- his- felt. But there was something... different about your anger, he could feel it.

"Who put a spear up your ass?" he asked, raising an eyebrow from behind his sunglasses.

Disappointment, that's what you were. You weren't near as good at fighting as your siblings, and you had trained just as much. You froze up during fights, that's why you had all those scars. How were you his child?

"Well, child? Are you just going to ignore your father?"