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Something seemed to come to Apollo’s head. “Athena, what’s the last thing you remember?”
She actually thought about that. “I actually don’t remember much? My brain feels scrambled. I think I remember training with Pallas a few days ago. You know? The mortal? She pushed me into a lake. I made a joke that not everyone were the granddaughters of Poseidon, and Triton asked why we were soaked, and-“
“..That’s enough, thank you.” Apollo interrupted her in a quieter voice than before. Athena didn’t think much of it.
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Athena is lucky she made it out of the games alive (well, not whatever the closest thing death was to gods). Maybe she could’ve been just a smidgen more lucky, though. Just enough so that the lightning strike had charred her brain a little to the left, and hadn’t made her memory (and mental age) collapse in on itself.
News flash, gods aren’t particularly the best at babysitting.