Makaria felt awful at once, his leg was shaking, his breath had hitched. She was being selfish asking something like that wasn't she? If she really loved anyone, anyone in the entire world. In their Pantheon, beyond that. Anywhere. She loved Hades. She loved her father so very much. Words couldn't even begin to express how much she loved the man sitting beside her. If he asked her to stop breathing she would do so to make him happy.
Her biggest darkest fear was that one day he would be fed up with her and send her away. Not that he'd ever given her an indication of wanting that. But because she was, in a way, half a child of Olympus. Just.. deep deep down..
It was a big fear. But one she dreaded. And here she was.. asking him..
Why? Oh what a question. Why did she want to be a mortal? Because being a Goddess was... complicated? Because she was death and.. who could possibly love, well besides her parents. Well besides another God..
"Because.. I really.. I want to.. I want to try to love someone. I want them to know me. But as a Goddess that's simply impossible right? It never works with Mortals and Gods. Not the right way at least. They can't know us completely or we ruin them. It's in history.. We, tend to make their lives complicated and his already has been and I just want him to be happy and I want to make him happy you see. He's.. he's really wonderful dad. But I can't even say hello because I am so so so worried. I mean.. with what I am and.." Makaria shrugged.
"I mean, most people don't meet me until their lives have ended.."