Ares grunted acknowledgement of the message. Well, better to have her out of Apollo's way. As much as he didn't give a shit about his children, especially the mortal ones, Aphrodite had taken a pretty big shine to this one, and he also hated acquiescing anything to Apollo and his big fat golden head.
He looked down at Melpomene though, in a much more calm place than the last time they'd spoken, and felt a tinge of something. Not regret, certainly, but maybe things hadn't needed to end quite so dramatically as they had.
"Do you still want me to go to war for you?"
He hadn't been thinking the question before he said it, but it was one of the things he'd been turning over and over since their relationship ended, this whole war scenario, and why he'd felt so manipulated and pushed towards it- and cowardly for knowing it was the way of madness and ruin.