A strong hatred flashed in Metanira's eyes, not just toward Demeter, but against all the gods present. However, facing her, the twin deities of Desire were merely shocked for a moment, then regarded the whole affair with indifference.
Her readiness to use her own life to demonstrate her resolve, possibly also because her husband and son had knelt before their enemies, led her to relinquish hope in life. Yet the joy and sorrow of gods and mortals do not intersect; the twins found her actions laughable.
What could she prove? Nothing at all. Her actions, aside from moving herself and saddening her loved ones for a moment, accomplished nothing.
Bang—!
"Remember what you promised me..."
Fallen to the ground, the queen's voice was intermittent, eventually fading into nothingness. When the room returned to silence, Volos stepped forward to pick up the Golden Arrow, then flicked off the excess blood.
