Adrestia could only nod sagely in tune to her mother's words. It was true, much as the rest would like to bitch and snarl about the ones who had walked the earth long before they were even considered concepts, there was a reason why so many survived the long years -- wars and random feuds aside, it took more than immortality to survive the long haul. And she'd seen enough to know that the majority would be dead, gone and completely obsolete by the next turn of the century.
Her mother, she was one of the best examples of how to survive the millenia. Kill or be killed, but keep the sweet, pretty facade up until the bastard's throat was in your hands. The number of fools who had crossed her mother and felt her sting was more then the daughter of Love and War cared to remember, but it was certainly something to be damned proud of. Mortals and immortals alike, and that her mother was continuing her good works to this day, Adrestia felt a warm glow of pride even as her lips turned upwards conspiratorially.
"An unfortunate mess at best, I fear, I do. Who were they, Mother? Oh to have been able to watch them all self-combust!"