[ Being called a mortal is amusing in a way that he didn’t think it would be.  He’s always known about his morality. Humans lives were so short lived in comparison to other species in the galaxy, but it was simply a fact of life for most. Some might have sought after a way to extend it, but Cassian had never been one of them. And after experiencing life as a god, well he was even more certain that he never wanted immortality. 

He holds up his hands slightly in defence as if to silently say that he believes her. ] 

Myths come from some form of truth — that’s how the saying goes, right? 

[ Cassian couldn’t pinpoint a time where he’d stopped believing in fairytales. Maybe it’s when he began to see the harsh realities of the world that they lived in at a young age. When the balm of make believe could do nothing to shield him from tyranny and oppression. 

It’s not something to dwell on now. Better to talk about — ] 

They’re a pack animal so they’re docile for the most part. [ Bee beats him to it. Why don’t you show he-he-he-her, Cassian? Cassian’s lips curl despite himself, giving Bee a slight nudge. ] Pushy, aren’t you? 

[ And then to Annabeth, ]

Do you want to see one?