Well, yes. But the way she said it made him made a face; a fleeting expression that left his face as soon as it came.
This whole thing felt strange. Poseidon had no idea what was happening and he honestly thought he wouldn't see the light of day again the moment his world was enshrouded in black. But he was sitting here with a mother who was so estranged from her children, knew not of what they had planned and what the others were doing; didn't know if she was sitting here entertaining him because she felt like it, because she didn't have anything else to do, because it felt right or because she just wanted to see his reaction.
He'd never gotten to know this stranger he had supposedly inherited so much from and he didn't understand her at all. Was it a tragedy or a blessing? Was it worth considering the 'what-if's? Should he even be thinking of these things when the pantheon could be devolving into chaos right now?
"Don't," he said, almost spontaneously, as if the thought - the piece of knowledge, rather - swimming in his head suddenly hit home. He hadn't realised he was holding on to her arm.