Caerus sat, making himself comfortable and working on giving his father a better answer than he’d managed to come up with for himself. That he was changed, no matter how slightly, Caerus had little doubt. “Well, of course, I can’t do quite what I used to. Or I can, mostly, but it takes a lot more. I think I’m not the only one, right? I’m not badly off, really, for someone whose name most people don’t know. Only - I don’t know. I’ve been here for awhile now - this city. And - other things - I have a house.” Caerus’ hands reached up to fiddle with the hood of his shirt as he spoke.
“I’m not sure why I did it - then - things like that. A house. Staying here - with the same people. Wanting to be near the same people all the time.” Caerus sighed, finally having let out things that had been bothering him for some time. He’d spoken to Athena about it, and she’d helped him, but the feeling had slowly crept up on him again without his really realizing it. “I can’t decide whether I’m changing because no one remembers me, because the world and opportunity is changing, or - something else.”