It did seem ridiculous. To fear something. Briareos had never been afraid of anything, but now he couldn't even walk into tight places without feeling his whole body shake.
He moved the tool up her back toward her shoulder blade where one of the tentacles would lay. "The Olympians are tyrants." He'd known no better. The world seemed different now. "Their children are ungrateful. They don't know what complete hate and darkness feels like." He spoke so casually, as if it wasn't the things that nightmares could be made of. It was living for Briareos. Now he was just a small piece of the puzzle.