"I will ask you something else," Marcie said, suddenly remembering. She spread her hands on the table to centre herself some more, and looked up at Athena. "When he came at me, everything went red, like I was looking through a mist, and my blood was rushing in my ears. It was... surprisingly easy, to take up the knife and hold it in. I would have done anything in that moment to stop him. I don't know if I could do it again, thinking about it. Do all children of gods have that? Is it a defense mechanism or something?"