"Some dare to, and some can handle the weight. I remember a Golden Age." She didn't fool herself that those times would return again, nor did she believe that, if they came to pass, they would not degenerate in tyranny sooner or later. Yet, that would happen with any king that took the throne. She had once helped a king depose another, but while her promises held, his didn't. Hatred calls for retribution.
"So they do, and so did I. Times and wars change, and a choice once made can be regretted."
Styx leaned forward a bit, resting her elbows on the table between them and seeking Cronus's eyes.
"This is not Greece, and that time is past. But the war you fight smells of home to me, old king."