Not making the mistakes of her parents... Marcie sighed. It all depended which parent she meant. But avoiding how the Greeks seemed to treat each other sounded like a good start.
She placed a hand over her belly and closed her eyes for a moment. "Yeah. I get that," she said quietly. "I just- I'm gonna go to the bathroom for a sec."
Looking at her face in the bathroom mirror as she cleaned up the waterlogged mascara, Marcie tried to work out exactly who she looked like right now. Was she the same strong, self-possessed woman she'd been two years ago? No, absolutely not. And she could never go back there. But maybe she could work on being someone who wasn't so obsessed with her heritage, and could work with what she had been given to be a better person.
A person who had had a large choice taken away through the vindictiveness of a god, but her own person nonetheless.
When she came out, her face now free of tears, she gave Cathal a small smile as she sat down again. "Thanks. Sorry about all that, I just... yeah."