Even though Penthesilea knew of the other ways Hippolyta had died she felt that only one was true. The one in which she had accidentally killed her sister during the hunt. No matter what anyone said it would take a great deal of time for Penthesilea to feel that she had made up for doing something so horrific. It was unheard of to harm a fellow Amazon. It was treacherous. And even if Penthesilea had already died once for her sin she still couldn't help but feel there was more to be done.
Maybe seeing her sister now would be just what she needed, but she would never know until this meeting was finished. She wasn't exactly nervous going into this, but she also wasn't entirely calm. It could end in so many ways it made her head spin. No matter the outcome she would accept her fate.
Being nervous and fidgety was not the Amazonian way, and even if they no longer existed as a people Penthesilea still lived by those standards. She was a warrior through and through. She accepted Fates decisions.
As she set foot inside the cafe she immediately felt a much different sense than any other. It was a humbling and welcoming feeling, even if she herself felt she didn't deserve it. Finding Hippolyta wasn't difficult as she followed where her sense lead her. "Sister," she said stoically as she stepped up to the table to face her sister.