(You're So Stupid, You Can't Even Realize What Is Right In Front Of You)

Lola POV 

I glare at him. "You are a twit."

Ares grins. "Sure, I'm a smart—and never tell Apollo I said this—a good looking twit."

"No." I say. "She'll never forgive you if you go through with this."

Ares is being—like always—a moronic twit.

And yes, that is my new favorite insult.

He wants to go see his dead sister's mom, for some reason.

One I doubt I'll ever actually understand.

But I'm fine with that.

"I'm fixing her last sane words." Ares mumbles. "I want her to believe in them."

"Okay," I say, "two things. One, what were her last words? Two, what if she wakes up while you're gone?"

He shrugs. "Okay, um, if she wakes up, just improvise. That's all I got on that."

"What were her last words?"

"She wants to die for some random reason I don't understand." He sighs. "Or, at least that's how it seems to me." He mumbles, "I'm gonna get my stuff." and he leaves the room, also leaving an awkward silence.

I sigh. "You're so stupid, you can't even realize what is right in front of you."