Arron nodded in agreement. He would happily not speak about fathers, of any sort. Fuck them. Though it was hilarious that he should be on a date with a muse, who in all technicality was a half-sister in their past life. But Greeks didn't care about that stuff and it wasn't like God genetics were like human genetics. Nor was it that they were related like that anymore. Their pasts were just that. Unfortunately he got an asshole for a father this time around also. At least the bastard didn't constantly cheat on his mother. Or at least as far as he knew.
"Counter-terrorism? You want to know about counter-terrorism?" He laughed. "Well, I get to use lots of weapons and learn about how terrorists work so that I can hunt them down and send them to their heavenly virgins or whatever it is they believe they're going to end up with once they get taken out for stupidity." Brooding in Arron tended to turn into anger, it was only a matter of time.
"It seems to me that as the centuries passed people stopped being true warriors and started being cowards hiding behind weapons that do all the work." Another glass of wine was poured into his cup. "That's why I do MMA. You get to feel the impact, the sweat, the blood, the emotion behind the attack. It's not cold like a machine."