Melpomene looked over at Clio, her eyes narrowed. She had known each of her sisters longer than anybody; she knew Clio, but there were things about her sister she could not understand. How could an anger that had burned as hot and as hurt as Clio's had burned the night Will swapped himself for her just... fade? Where inside her did it go? "Don't you care?" she asked, unable to wrap her head around such a shrug. "Doesn't it matter to you, that he gets the pain he is owed?"