ASMODEI
I never once laid claim of my capacity for information in any regard. You are the one who brought that up, and you are the one who continues to do so when it is not of importance nor has been thought of as such.
You take my birthright and slap in it my face, and then you say I do not understand, that I assume. You place words in my mouth because of that which the mouth was born to imbue the world with, from husband to man, and you force-feed it malcontent and indignities. I can no more help the purpose of my birth than you can help the purpose of your creation.
You take this, and you mangle it, and you push it on me. Me, who will not argue, who does not want to argue, and the diplomat of the Titans. Me, a fool, a fool of a goddess for ever losing her husband's—Zeus est plus doux que vous!