Antigone did not know if she wanted to talk about, but she nodded, anyway, because Asterion would take a few minutes to get drinks, and Bia would take a few minutes to fix her splint, and she could take those minutes to think.
She sat down again and lay her bad arm on the table to Bia to work with, as she stared at a black smudge on the table.
Why would Romeo lie to her about who she was? Ares gave her the impression it was to deliberately mess with her, but Antigone's heart still told her that Ares was wrong. Some other explanation, then? Her mind groped for one and found nothing in the darkness, just the sense, the hope, that the answer was there, just out of reach, full and complete and explaining everything.
"What do you know about Melpomene?" she said, to the smudge on the table, as Asterion came back in with drinks.