"...And I cursed him for it," Hecate breathed out in whispered remorse, the colour fading from her cheeks as she stared at Kaden. "Oh goddesses above and below, I cursed him for his part in my death." She sat back, her hand pressed over her mouth.
You didn't become one of Ares' men without making a choice to follow that path, though. She'd seen the blood on his hands the first day they met, when she picked up Serene. She'd seen the ghost at his back, and the hardness building in his heart. That's what she'd seen of him.
That was all she'd seen of him.
But you could choose to walk a path because it was the only option you saw before you, because there was no one there holding up a torch in the darkness to light other alternatives. There were different reasons for pulling a trigger, and saving a child from having blood on his hands because yours were already dirty... "He tried to be the one lighting a different path, for Kaden and Telos both, and I took all good fortune from him. Oh Qebhet..." she brushed the tears from her own face, feeling as blind in the dark as any mortal who'd ever called on her. "How do I make this right?"