"Don't give me that bullshit I know better." He forgot who he was talking to. She'd been with his Meneads for ages, picked up the pieces that were left after he was done with them and consoled where she could. "You wind them, and then point them, and usually there's not even a human left when they're done."
She crossed her arms. "You don't have to trust Theseus. But you do have to trust me. If you can't do that, then what we have is meaningless."