"The happiness of your life depends
on the quality of your thoughts."
~Marcus Aurelius 

She appeared to him in a dream. Why did she do it? She should have disagreed. She could have disagreed, at least, that's what Ops argued. You could have stayed here, you could have disobeyed, but you chose to go. She remembers.

She had responded angrily but had kept a calm tone throughout it all. That was one of the few upsides of being a goddess, considering all the royalties she was supposed to be accustomed to. "I could not have disobeyed; you would not have let me."

"I beg to differ," Ops said icily. Diana's teeth grit against one another. The sound seems to irritate Ops, and she flinches. Almost immediately, Diana is stopped.

"You would have been furious."

"Furiousness is different than prevention." She says, eyebrow flicking up momentarily as if in a challenge.

"The boy fears us! He will never join our side no—" Diana had started, yelling angrily. She was cut off, lips sealing with a thin coating of ice.

"Enough!" Ops had boomed, making eye contact for the first time this visit. "Don't you remember what I told you? It is not Ishan we want."

Diana nodded thoughtfully. "You're right. It is Neptune's son. Christian."