Altair was at a loss for words as he watched Zelos raid an entire restaurant. He was in tears, nibbling on a kabab. Snot oozed from his nose as he gnawed at the meat.
"You've no idea how I longed for this," he whimpered.
Puzzlement turned to astonishment, " Are you sure you're an Archon son? You… you seem… to normal."
Zelos rubbed his eyes. "Archon son though I might be. You probably had a higher beginning than I did."
There was a story there, one Altair could see but held himself from inquiring about. Prescience warned that such a topic might sour the meal. Instead, he happily ate alongside the stranger, who appeared to have reconnected with an illicit lover.
"You must be Thanatos," Zelos remarked, looking at the God of Death beside Altair. He looked curious. "I learned a lot about you in school. What… What was it like to have Nyx as your mother? And Erebus as a Father. Greek Lore was my favorite topic back in high school."
