Raze pondered what he was told by the two goddesses for quite awhile. He took a seat alone in the gym instead of going to the cafeteria with the others, he decided he would need the silence the others would surely not provided. He thought about what he was told deeply, trying to weigh the benefits and costs of finally taking up arms that he was not born with. All of his life he was trained as a beast and that is what he fought as, fighting with his own physical prowess and no outside help. Would he still be considered the beast he worked so hard to become in the eyes of his siblings? This was the thought that keep coming to his mind as he sat alone. He eventually let out a sigh before standing and leaving the gym.

Raze found Clotho after a rather short search, they may have dampened his powers but he still had all of his years of training and living as an animal. [b]"Though I still believe these weapons to be a crutch you gods and mortals use to try and imitate the natural abilities my kind has, I can see the wisdom in learning the customs and practices of other cultures... even those of possible future enemies."[/b] He said in his usual cold voice. He then crossed his arms and his expression softened very slightly. [b]"But I would ask a request of you fate weaver... I would like to travel to the land of the father of my father, Tartarus. I would like to speak with him on the matter as he is the only [I]god[/I] I am descended from that has made use of arms not of his birth."[/b] He asked in a tone that was less cold and held a slight pitch of a plea.