We each stared at Athena with confused expressions. Theseus and Asterion especially so, their brows were knit tightly, and gazes fixed firmly upon their goddess. I noticed Theseus' knuckles were pale and white as they sat upon the table, clenched so tight that I thought he might draw blood. I pondered what redemption she could offer us, and at what cost that would have Theseus and Asterion so uneasy.
"Do not jump to conclusions, Desmond. Athena is the goddess of wisdom as well as practicality. Theseus has likely already deduced what she will propose, it is the obvious price to pay given this circumstance. He will pay a heavy burden for this plan of his." Lucifer spoke solemnly.
"You speak as if you already know?" I asked pointedly. My anxiety growing with each passing moment.
"Then silence yourself and listen." He cut me off, turning my attention back to Athena at the head of the table, her regal posture and piercing eyes boring directly into Theseus and Asterion.
