Triton was silent as she spoke. He tried to picture little boats and figures sent on their way, and was once again reminded of all he had not done. Everything he’d run from. The loss never seemed to feel smaller, but grew. He looked away for a moment, blinking the sun out of his eyes before saying anything.
“You’re my daughter. I’m afraid it was always going to be unavoidable. I fought for my father, and all of you had to know how to do the same. There was always a battle, always a quest, always some danger. I would not have ever sent any of you out to fight, but….still I think it was inevitable. I’m a son of Poseidon, and you’re his grand-daughter. There was never enough peace, not even for us. There is never enough wisdom. That’s something I know about myself for sure. I would not have missed those messages if I had.”