Persephone sipped her tea as she listened to Hecate, nibbling on her cake thoughtfully. She reached for her journal, brow furrowed in thought, as her friend spoke, opening it to the entry and setting it down in front of them. "Yes, it must be something big. But Ares? Putting his children, lovers, and all those who might have allied themselves with him doesn't give me enough to think they could have overthrown Zeus. Let's face it, he's never been much of a tactician, and even with Eris... it's still not enough force." She paused. "Though of all my father's children, he would be the one that makes most sense. Him and Eris..." and Eris could provide the decidedly tactical skills. But it was still not enough force, and force was required for such a thing. She paused, pressing her lips together, her dark eyes flashing. "Wait, history repeating--" she put her tea down. "Ouranos helped Zeus. What if--" But that he would leave the Islands of the Blessed? He would leave her Elysium? No, certainly not. And yet...