When he looked at her, Kymopoleia flinched, a reaction ingrained even after so long out from under his thumb. She had to drop her gaze, too vulnerable right now to deal with standing up to him. She was glad he wasn't trying to argue, trying to start something, trying to make those circular arguments of ownership. Right now she was too worn out.
"He did for himself," Kymopoleia said. "He's never done anything for me." After pulling open the car door she looked up at Briareos seriously. "You know that I could shoot you right now if I wanted to."