"That's not all, either." She opened a page that held his information, one for Styx, one for Hades, even one for Zeus. Her finger jabbed wildly at the computer screen. She knew she didn't need to encourage him to look, because the tone of his voice told her that she wasn't the only one freaked out about all of this.
Moros had put up with a lot of things over the course of their lives. He'd sat through her insanity, and supported her even when she turned out to be wrong. And she could admit that she was wrong quite a bit. More than she would tell anybody else. But it made her glad when she was wrong. But when things turned out to be right? He was there, too. Still supporting her, and trying to help her figure things out.
Oizys grabbed onto his hand and pulled him forward as she opened the page marked deities_dot_com.
"Do you see? They're writing as us. AS US. I can't figure out where they're getting all this stuff from, Moros. I mean, they're obviously making some of it up, but if you go back, look. Look! There's that Gala." She was starting to seriously freak out now. This is the closest she'd ever gotten to a serious conspiracy theory being real and concrete.
Who was doing all of this?
There was something called a 'contacts list', but she couldn't get into it. Something called 'friends lock' kept her from it.
With pleading eyes, she looked up at Moros, trying to judge his facial expression.