Marcie looked up at Qebhet, catching her tongue on a sarcastic, good luck with that. "Nobody short of Aphrodite can talk Ares down when he's in a rage, and he is in a rage," she muttered. "If you can make him listen to reason and bring the baby back, that'd do more good."
She stood up again, bringing the bag with her, going back to the man she loved most. She looked down at him for a long moment, angry and sad, and touched his lips with her fingertips. "He wanted away from Ares too. He wanted choices. Ares doesn't give anybody a choice." She was telling this virtual stranger too much, but she had to get it all out, to expel it before she said her final goodbyes.