Just as Oizys gained more control, Wisdom could almost feel herself losing against this wave of shattering misery and all. Lines of reality seemed to blur with her memories - delirium, nightmares - all laced with despair.
She would have pulled back her hand if she could but the jerk from Oizys sent her clattering forward onto her knees with a gasp of harsh pain. The same hand that had knocked out Eris and the same hand that Zeus had held so tightly when they last spoke in the halls of Olympus.
"I couldn't stop him." was heard in that tight quivering mess on the floor, "I should have. I should have stopped Moros and Akheron."
"And they took her." Each was a knot that did not want to be undone - each like a leech that she had tied round herself, "What is Wisdom and War - when no one listens?" Each was a choked sob, hardly one that would ever come out of Athena but each bearing truth.