"I'm sorry, I'm not trying to make it sound that way." His palms flattened in front of him, as if to hold off the angry goddess that was probably going to appear in a few minutes. But Sam would make this case, this fight for his son, and for his daughter- because no one had ever done it for him.
"There's no way of telling what we were all born to do. There's no way you can know that he's destined to rule here. Or her. We have to let them choose, that's what we're here for." He licked his bottom lip and motioned with a point to Aidan and to the balcony that maybe they should have this talk somewhere between themselves.