"You loved him?" Marcie jabbed a hand against her own chest. "I loved him. I was with him, I washed and anointed him, I prepared him for the fire. You cut him down. You killed him." She swallowed hard against tears that threatened to fall. Her heart hurt so badly still that she couldn't be sympathetic for Melpomene at the same time right now. "I loved him and you took him from me! He just wanted a better life!"
Ares huffed then, folding his arms. What could be a better life than worshipping him? He watched closely though, prepared to step in.