Harmonia frowned. She couldn't even stop the frown. Not even if she wanted to.
Not everyone should choose on their own? In his experience a lot of people need help. Special people who know what they want and were strong willed might not need his help.
It sounded so condescending to her. She had no idea if it was supposed to or not. She really didn't. But the overall impression Harmonia was getting from him was that in Eros' opinion if he didn't help put it together, it probably wasn't something that should be together. Well, that was a big ball of crap, wasn't it.
“Well,” she said stubbornly and frowned as hard as she could. “It's gonna happen for me. Without help. Even if I have to be a million years old before hand.” Harmonia crossed her arms over her chest, looked back over toward the mortals, then back to her brother and started to stomp away. “I want someone to like me for me! Not because you stuck an arrow in them!”