Nothing is like the mortal realm's moonlight, stars, and breezy spring air. Alessia misses that the most right now, looking out towards the underworld. It's filled with pain, sadness, and regret. It's not a place for a human like her to be at.
"Human."
Alessia squeezes the pearl color of the railing on the balcony. The anger she feels towards Zagreus is still present. She rather not deal with him right now.
"I want to apologize for my lewd behavior. I talked with my brother about what you have told us–" Zagreus stops talking and stares at Alessia's small body. She was a tiny human. Her black hair hangs just around her shoulders, she is dressed in jeans with a black t-shirt, and she seems fragile.
When it comes to emotions, Zagreus holds a lot of them. For a God like himself, he doesn't know how to control his temper. Mania vanishing, dug a dagger into his heart. The last thing he even remotely thought about was his father, using his sons, Mania, as scarfies to avoid Cronus.
