“I had planned to. And in most of my readings, ghosts are the spirits of humans trapped and unable to move on, so they may need help. Though I’m not sure I’m qualified for that. Lost souls are Hades’ purview.” So much information about Diana contained in those sentences, from where she placed her faith to the deep-seated need to help literally anyone that needed it.
Diana took a deep breath of fresh air as they left the hotel, pleased at the scent of it, fresh and wet and growth. She had been listening, though, and her eyes refocused away from the sky and back to Kal. “This one seems sturdy enough, but you might be stronger than I am.” Diana shrugged, seeming unconcerned with the notion. Surely Ares had been physically stronger than her, and Zeus, had he lived to test the theory. She was not even fully a Goddess.
It was not distrust that made her hesitate now, nor a need to keep herself hidden, but simply being unsure of how to explain it. Her first instinct would have been to say that she was an Amazon, crafted for the purpose of serving and guiding Mankind, and she had been raised that way, surely. Only, she wasn’t. She was half Amazon, daughter of Hippolyta and Zeus, King of the Gods. As her bartender friend Kayla said quite often, “Like, ugh.”
But she pressed forward, because she had to, or at least, she felt she did. “I’m an Amazon. Mostly.” Her eyebrows came together for a moment and then she blurted the next bit, somewhat, as they walked. Gravel crunched under her boots from the driveway. “Zeus was my father, though he is long since dead. Supposedly.”
Even if the humans thought of Zeus as a myth, they at least knew his name. She had not fully shared this information with Peter, because he had outright announced himself as a human, and because it had not seemed to come up. “It just seems like a normal building in a normal place, but it isn’t.” Her voice was thoughtful, and she continued after Kal had finished. “I mentioned not being human because I wondered if everyone else here was, or what the connections were between us.” An explanation, and another forthcoming. “Themyscira, the island I was raised on, is shielded from mortal eyes. Obviously whatever is keeping us here doesn’t function the same way, but perhaps it’s similar?” Meaning they could just... leave?