[Alarm? Yes-- alarm. That was an emotion Zeus was getting quite used to lately. It doesn't show outwardly except for furrowed brows in confusion when an unfamiliar face flutters up to him. He can gather just by his greeting he's another god from Olympus-- possibly the same reality as the Hades everyone keeps telling him about.
Everything else is more or less tuned out while Zeus studies him, trying to discern exactly which god he is. He's an odd one.]
We don't come from the same Olympus. Mine is under attack. I don't appreciate being taken away.
[Staying would have meant his inevitable death, but being here is only prolonging it while Hades and Perseus are forced to fight alone. It's infuriating-- so much so that another deafening crack of thunder sounds overhead.]
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Everything else is more or less tuned out while Zeus studies him, trying to discern exactly which god he is. He's an odd one.]
We don't come from the same Olympus. Mine is under attack. I don't appreciate being taken away.
[Staying would have meant his inevitable death, but being here is only prolonging it while Hades and Perseus are forced to fight alone. It's infuriating-- so much so that another deafening crack of thunder sounds overhead.]