If she had known he was injured beneath his clothing she would have tried to take more care, she didn't, he hadn't flinched or seemed tender when she held him, layed against him.
She doesn't want him to calm his nerves and senses, she wants him to fight. Not with her, not for her, but for himself.
She couldn't handle this simple acceptance of what had happened. She couldn't accept it for herself. She couldn't just sit back and listen to him say that shit, because that's what it was to her, just so much shit.
"I have spent the last couple of weeks trying to help you work through your pain, your scars, and though you never asked, though I wasn't really able to make any progress with you.. I cannot just sit back and let you become the whipping boy for their diseased scourges again. I won't."
She shakes her head emphatically. "I can't be happy when I know that a friend of mine is being used and abused and mistreated by people who he loves, by people who are supposed to love him."
She's pacing back and forth again, closing her eyes.
"They fought me. First Hades telling me to shut up and stop talking to you. Then Aphrodite telling me to fuck off when I stood up to her about you. You're a god of war, Ares, you need to fight too. You.. deserve better.. you.. shouldn't.. be content to take what they give you."
It's a lie, that woman has never been there for snyone that she wasn't using, or getting something out of herself. She had read up on Aphrodite after that little incident with the journal. She's toxic, she destroys everything that isn't there for her pleasure and cares for nothing more than just that.
It's a lie, and she knows you know it to be one too. Or at least.. she's convinced herself that you know it is.
"I can't be your friend and not hate what they do..."