Fuck but Eros really didn't like seeing her cry and it made him question his purpose and he hated when that happened because he did what he did and he did it very very well. He looked from his friend, for he did still see her as such and then to his brother. But not just a brother, Anteros was the other half of him.
"I don't wish any one hurt, but consequence to eat arrow? You know I don't. It's to send two people together; there should be no what if, no questioning," he said and looked to Lottie again. "And certainly not to the point of pain and heartache. Especially to a friend." Eros knew that nothing he could say, no words given would make this right or better. He wasn't sure if ever there would be a time but he hoped it.
"I know it seems like that but it's not you, none of it. It's Nicolas; he rejected what was given him, the arrow and what it held, but that doesn't come to fault with you. I shot him, yes. And had it worked, you would be completely content and happy and this would not be happening."
He would not see her suffer more and would refrain from interfering in the reprisal of one of his arrows. "What is it then Lottie? And tell Anteros so we can see this done."
With a snap of his fingers his bow and quiver were gone, his wings faded and unseen as he stood there, naked with what usually projected him. "You want to hurt me Ter? Make me suffer for hurting her? Here I am. She won't tell you to do it, but I can see you want to. I would not put you in that position so I leave it with you."