The more Misery that seeped out of Wisdom, the better Oizys felt. The more in control she felt. The more aware she felt. This, all this admission, it was like a wave against her, and Oizys' hand gripped automatically tighter.
"What is left?" She said, still a bit hazy, but coming out of it. "Your despair is left. Your pain. Your sorrow. Everything you hate is everything I love. And I need it."
Oizys looked at Athena, seeing in her eyes what she had seen in the eyes of so many others. So many mortals whom she had sat with while they got themselves ready for the end of their existence. She had never expected to see such a thing in a goddess. It did manage to startle her a little.
"I'm here for a reason. You. You brought me here. You called to me. I could hear you and feel you in Concept. You can't leave me now." Involuntarily, a very minute trace of anger entered her voice and she jerked on the arm, forcing Athena closer. "You won't."
Oh, such lovely pain the goddess was in. Oizys could see and feel all the reasons that she felt this way, and it was delicious. She'd never before been so ravished for Misery, but she'd also never deprived herself of it previously. It was like she'd been going hungry for a year and suddenly somebody had put out a buffet.
Oizys wasn't a malicious goddess, and didn't feel like she was being that way now. At least she didn't mean to be that way. But she needed Athena. She needed the way that Athena was feeling. It could have been anyone, anywhere. This was just the way the luck had turned.