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Athena cooly stared at him, debating with herself whether or not to let him kneel for her, and eventually she placed her hand under his newly smooth chin and  lifted his eyes to meet hers.

"Anistasius, don't kneel. Stand on your new legs," Athena ordered, lifting her fingers to motion to stand. She didn't want to stand around and be worshipped just yet, she had a task for jim. "Please. It's only expected you be upset, but it was a strategic move. Now I believe you are ready," Athena said, stepping toward the deeper reaches of the temples.

"I have watched warriors promise me their honors,  and when they fall from the hands of Fate, they curse me. But only you come back, time and time again," Athena said, looking at the carvings of her in battle. "Now, I bestow the honors. Anistasius, you've lived a long life. Would you like another one, in my name?"