The golden head shook slowly once more in dismay. She didn't understand this any better than she had before. It didn't make sense, any of it! "I don't remember the Pit - Tartarus much. It's all choppy and fragmented. And then nothing." She swallowed hard and continued to scowl. "But we didn't die. Even though - she stabbed me. Ran a sword though me but we didn't die?" Immortality. Divinity. She couldn't grasp the concept of it, the reality that it was true and part of her, then and now. "If we didn't die, then what? How did Rhea do this?"