Hebe still wasn't so sure she could trust him. For years he had been her rock, her beacon of hope in the world of gods. She had not experienced personal sorrow in myth, probably due to the fact her parents were Zeus and Hera and therefore protected from such things. Youth had been revered and loved by all the gods at one time. Now she felt sad and broken inside. Her brows furrowed at his actions, "Then why push me away?" She deserved to know.