She did not doubt Ares would have an easier time forgetting the Murphys than she would. Especially Tragos. How could she ever exorcise Tragos from her mind? She knew him less than a year, but it had become the most intense year she'd lived in a long time. And had all ended so, so horrifically. Her breath hitched, reliving the struggle of trying to escape his grip, trying in vain to stop his legs bleeding, the blinding pain that felt it would sear her in half when he landed on her, struggling to get the knife.
"He could have killed me, but he didn't," she said, quietly. "He said he wanted Telos to grow up mortal, said that he would never tell him who his parents were, so he would never come looking for us."
Maybe Ares was never going to be the best person to talk to about what had happened, but... he was the only one who really knew what Tragos had been to her. He'd been betrayed, same as she had. She didn't think anyone else would ever understand that.