"You're a sick bastard, Zeus. Do you know that? You think that makes it okay? You think logic will take away your guilt? That I'll forgive you because you wanted power?" She turned her head and spat on him, something she'd never actually done before. She'd been too afraid of him on Olympus. Now she saw him for what he was. Pathetic. Broken. Disgusting. "I'm glad we're what we are now. Do you know that? I'm glad for the sake of humanity. They're better of without us. They're certainly better off without you, raping and pillaging your way through the population with no concern for anything but your own pleasures."
She stood, pushing past him to get out of the bathroom, away from him. She had to get away from him. Just seeing him was making her remember everything. All the pain. All the endless anguish that had landed her with the reputation as a shrew. Her. Everyone had blamed her, but then it was always the woman's fault, right? Not anymore. Not this century at least. It had taken her a long time to accept that it wasn't her fault. That she was the victim, here. She wasn't about to let him say that he just couldn't help himself, he'd been addicted to power so it wasn't his fault either.