"Okeeyyyyyy," Erato said, eyes widening slightly as she went back to her cake. Why was Melpomene always so damn gloomy? It was almost like she wanted a- Oh now, of course she did. All those families torn apart, the poetry, the long, slow rebuild after... Yeah. It answered itself.
She sipped her wine and rested her head against the arm of the chair with a sigh. "The world can be beautiful too, you know. What you described sounds beautiful, in a bloody, dark, violent way."