Hadn't Hybris mentioned Beelzebub? Could he even be trusted? He'd helped her to hurt Erato, after all. Erato no longer had any trust that things would work out well for her. She would be chipped away at piece by piece until she was just a shell for Hybris' entertainment.
With a sad groan, she turned her face away, the corners of her mouth turned down as her head swam. She could barely think through the pain and blood loss anyway, let alone conduct any subterfuge. Whether Beelzebub helped her or not did not matter as much as escaping this hell she was in at this moment by any means necessary.