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“You are restored to Olympus, my son,” Zeus clapped him on the back, and he tried not to flinch. “I am proud.”
“Are you?” He asked blandly. “You’re proud of me for getting out of a situation you put me in?” He knew he was pushing it, at least by his father’s standards.
He felt the boom outside the hall, but didn’t hear it over the blood rushing in his ears but straightened his shoulders anyway. “You can be proud, father, I don’t care. You could have been proud of your children before. Be proud of Jason. He deserved it.”