[ without the gift of foresight, if he wanted to transform into someone else, he wouldn't research into their lives and note the black hair he plucked from a jacket belonged to a cat, either. too eager for adventure — and to do the right thing — he'd dive headfirst into it without properly knowing. it's why he's had george and martha — and his cows — do some reading for him when he hasn't had any time. ]

I can't say I've ever transformed into anything. [ save the villain of the story. ] But, uh — [ he cards a hand through his hair, eyes watching maia for a moment before she goes to play with george and martha somewhere behind him. he keeps his voice light, it detached from any humour, as he tries to offer her some sliver of comfort, ] I underestimated someone once. A lot of people, actually. But I thought, because it'd been done before, there's no way in Hades I'd fail.

I had no idea I'd walk away with a scar. [ and more hate in his heart than he ever thought he could carry. ] You don't have cat ears. [ his voice pitches slightly, returning to its usual low pitch as he comes back to the conversation comfortably, ] While I think you'd be able to pull them off better than a daughter of Aphrodite — It could've been worse.