Wow. That one word, that title sometimes still surprised Ares when he was being called that. Sometimes he didn't respond - not because he was ignoring the kids but because he never really thought of himself as one.
It was a word that had done a lot of damage and caused much grief. It could also be a word that brought joy and happiness. And sometimes there wasn't a clear line to draw between both polarisations of that one word.
"Okay." They were making progress.
They were making progress. That was a good thing, right?
He slipped into the chair at the table, and though they probably should be talking about something or other or doing... whatever it was they were meant to be doing, Ares couldn't help but just sit there and look at the young man sitting across from him, wonder where all those years had gone and hope - just hope and pray - that what they had painstakingly made together over the centuries wasn't yet lost to eternities of nothingness.