[ When it's put that way, he can't help but laugh. Not out of humor but because it's a little startling how astute the sentiment is. She's right. ]

I guess I can't really argue with that. Stories were passed on by mouth for a long time before writing was ever something anyone thought about doing...

[ He's quiet again, watching the sky for a moment, the twinkling of the fake stars enough to keep his gaze focused as he thinks. It could be excitement that Heracles felt, it could be determination to earn his redemption and godhood. ]

It could have been any of those things. Humans have always had different ways of thinking about and justifying why they fight. Justice, fear... the desire for power. [ He exhales a little, shifting the way he's sitting so he's leaning forward. ]

I would just want to make things right, if it had been me.