"We walk our own paths Father, even if the destination is laid out before us. I learned that." Sisyphus had taught her that, ironically. He'd struggled so hard to avoid his own destiny, he'd pulled his family down with him in shame. And Greeks didn't know divorce, so she was stuck playing part widow.
"It's strange to be here. I haven't walked this earth in a long time. Last time I did, I was a maiden in Artemis' train." she tilted her head to him. "And your name endures Father. In different ways. Like mine." She never met her grandmother or uncle. She didn't particularly want to, either. "That's good."