Achilles watches Scout chain his cigarettes with mild curiosity. The smoke hangs in the surrounding air like temple incense. It must be a habit meant to comfort children; they haven’t offered him one like they did the sweet drink.

“Sometimes adults are simply trying to help. We don’t want our sons and daughters and students to make the same mistakes we did.” Though through Zagreus, Achilles quickly found that some lessons need to be learned first hand. A verbal warning doesn’t carry the same weight as the pain of crawling from the Styx. “But you’re correct, lad. Adults should know their children well enough to understand what they need most.”

There’s that name again. “Will you tell me more about Ember? I’ve heard she’s taken Lamb under her wing.”