Relax, Medea. We’ve Come To See Your

Actions That Sometimes Seem Mean Aren’t. Rather They Are Done By The Ones We Love In Order To Protect Us Without Our Knowing It. (acheron)

So Would You Like To Join Me For Something To Eat? (jericho) As Long As It Doesn’t Involve The Entrails Of Demons, I Might Be Persuaded. (delphine) Demon Entrails Have No Appeal For Me, Either. Zeus’s Are Another Matter. (jericho)

You’re A Slave? (eleni) I Was. I’m Sorry. I Shouldn’t Have Come Here. (acheron) Take Your Cloak Off And Sit, Acheron. You’ve Done Nothing To Apologize For. I Admire You All The More For Stopping To Help Us. It’s Nothing For A Nobleman To Do So, Yet They Seldom Bother To Help Those Less Fortunate. For A Freedman To Speak Up In Defense Of Another Takes Great Courage And Character. What You Did Is All The More Noble And Kind, And I Would Be Honored To Have You Sit At My Table With Us. (acheron)

They Shot Me. (talon) No, Bud. They Turned You Into Swiss Cheese. (nick)

You’re Really Not Right, Are You? Yeah, I Know. It Was All The Paint Chips I Ate As A Kid. They Were Good, But Chromosomally Damaging. (nick)