"He's a god, he can't be stopped," Antigone said, just as matter-of-fact as Bia, only her sentence ended as she tried to flex her fingers again and winced, again. Every part of her hand hurt, but all of her fingers did move, a fraction. It was if the pain was too big to let the full instructions from her brain through.
Ismene might have had something to say about other disruptions to instructions from her brain. Something tired and resigned. Something that said I wish you weren't quite so... you. "The thing about being immortal," she pointed out. "Death can't stop me anymore either."