He stared at Demeter at her tale, not understanding why she was saying all this. He had no idea why she was here, and he felt oddly too old and to tired to keep trying to have at least an echo of the old relationship they'd had.
but when she left, she'd still hate him, and he had half a fear she'd try teaching his own son to hate him too. She'd have the boy at her house for half a year, and she was just petty enough to keep reminding his blood of all the crimes she felt he was guilty of.
So he just hummed in response and sipped from his drink. He had his own memories, and he never had found out if he'd been here first or last of his siblings, but he wasn't inclined to share them. After eons of cold venom, there was honestly no more point.