"It's alright," Ares said, nodding with certainty. He looked back to his son, a comforting brand of pride burning in his gaze. He was proud of their work here; they two could leave on the best of terms, knowing that their will had been done. "You're appeased by these sacrifices and ready to go. When we meet again, we will be all the stronger for this." Ares stretched out a bronzed arm, clasping Phobos', one bloodstained arm pressing to another. Pulling him close, he clapped the younger god on the back, a gesture of fond farewell. When they drew apart, a dark smile played across his lips, echoed in the shadows of his eyes.
"Take care, Phobos," he said. "And find me when you return."