The subtle mention of Zeus and Aphrodite's affair did not go unnoticed by Ares, but this emotionless version of himself was pleasing to Enyo and Ares had lost the will to carry hot anger in him. Rage. He was missing his rage, something that had always been inherent in the worst of what he did. He wondered at that. While Ares always had a special place in his soul for his sister, he was not like her. The power that came from anger fueled what he was and he understood it better than anyone else. Just as he understood fear. When would his rage return to him? Did something else in him have to break inorder to clear this apathy?
"Even if Mother would take my side, Zeus has been waiting for a reason to cast me down from the mountain," Ares said. "I'm not ready to go just yet."
There was conflict roiling underneath the quiet of Olympus. Battle and violence. Maybe even the full scale war he had been waiting on and craving. While Ares loved mortal war, there was nothing like a battle on a divine scale. He wanted to be in that world of blood again, when losing meant the stars and winning meant splashing in the essences of those who thought they couldn't be brought down.
All of that would happen here. Ares could feel it in his bones. If only Morrigan were around to invite as a guest. Enyo would have loved Morrigan.
"Besides, I think I'd like to find a more painful way to harm her."