Hate these dreams. Hate them, hate them, hate them. More Troy nonsense. I wasn't even supposed to be fighting, I'm the very definition of a lover, not a fighter. But, you know, Athena wounds Ares and knocks him down and I'm all sentimental so I try to get him away from the fighting. But then Hera sics Athena on me, and she hit me so hard that my heart stopped. And then she hovers over us, him gushing ichor out of his neck wound and me gasping and trying to get my heart started again, and gloats! She gloats!
I wake up to my heart having stopped and a big red mark in the center of my chest. Now I'm all achy and sore and I'm just not in the mood to deal with this shit today.