"Agents of Zeus." The words echoed spitefully, but not for dislike of position. It was an honor, but there held a weight in those words when said on the lips of one from the Underworld.
No, she didn't have to dance the line between the Underworld and Olympus, and honestly? She felt she shouldn't have to. There were so many Underworlders and Olympians who got along just fine. "It is their mistake for forgetting that we are their family. It is there mistake for forgetting that we hold you dear as your children. It is their FOOLISHNESS to forget that we do feel, and most importantly, if they see us only as 'Agents of Zeus' then they don't see us as family. They don't see us as blood." She breathed. "How are we to love them and put them first? How are we supposed to be part of a body that we have been surgically removed from?" Erebos might have seen them as his grandchildren, but if Akheron was going to speak for the rest of them saying that they were all a separate entity, she was just going to stop caring.
There was just far too much bullshit for her liking. "Perhaps you've made the right choice, mother. Maybe I'm just too angry to see, but I don't know if I have anything to offer them as an 'Agent of Zeus.'" Bia was far from the optimist who would believe that everything could be sugar showers and rainbows. She shouldn't have to prove herself to anyone. She shouldn't have to, though on the other side she did her best to prove to Zeus she was his in all aspects. That was different. Though he treated her like his daughter he wasn't family, not like the family she was born into. It was all so confusing when she thought about it.