“You and I have two very different definitions of a pity, it seems, sister,” Enyo replied and took a satisfying drink from her glass. Then, regarding Anteros, she had to add, “I think he's pouting because Kratos just swept in and swiped Ninkasi away from him.” She shrugged, “I think that's the little tavern strumpet's name. I can never remember, and straining to do so implies I care.”
Then, a slow, perverse and wicked smile curled on her lips, “though, I did hear her mention something about Nergal being here.” She slid Eris a look. Her sister would know. They were too close for her to not know about the only man who had ever marred her flesh and the wound was allowed to scar and remain... through every corpus rebuild.