Deimos took the cat like it would explode if he held it wrong, the look he gave Hecate equal parts panic and surprise, as if the thing were still alive. "I-I can't, I'm Daddy's son, not Aphrodite's." he explained. All war and blood and killing from Ares and none of the love from Aphrodite.
But not the harsh cruelty either. Whatever killing Deimos committed it wasn't as cutting and destroying in the same way that heartbreak was; he'd seen it cripple his Daddy enough to tell that.
"And they took Kitty from me." he added, a little distracted as he looked down again at the cat's head, petting the delicate ear like it was a petal.