"Or worse," he said looking off into the distant black sky. "Torture is so much easier than death." He'd gone reluctantly but he was exhausted now. His entire body shook from the inside out, not out of fear but because he'd needed to protect himself from what now? This wouldn't be the last time Poseidon would try to dispose of him. "I was the solution and I was the problem." Briareos looked at her then, dead on. "He did it for you or to sate his vengeance." That much Briareos understood. "A common theme with Olympians and their forefathers."