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Not the hot, furious tears of a hero. But the slow, saltless tears of a boy who just wanted his mother to hold his hand.

He began to hum. A lullaby his mortal mother, Alcmene, used to sing before the snakes came, before the madness, before the glory. He had never had time to miss her. He was always too busy becoming a god. compensar hercules

The first month, he sat down.