Penelope tensed slightly as she felt Crow place his hand on her back. His touch was normally comforting but with her thoughts and beliefs such a mess, she couldn't relax. The knight glanced over at him, a bit surprised at how well he was taking in all of this information. Was he not bothered by how much their fate had been tampered with? Or had he just not considered it yet? Either way, she wanted to talk to him about it.

"Nothing else happened, it's just.." the knight paused, glancing towards her father. She slowed her pace to put some distance from him so he wouldn't over hear her as she spoke. The only person she wanted to open up to this about was the man who was in a similar situation as her. "Everything's been decided for us, hasn't it? Our fates have been intertwined since the very beginning and the gods have had a plan for us this whole time.. Every choice I thought I made, was never mine to begin with." Penelope lowered her voice and shook her head looking rather distressed as she admitted what she was thinking about to him. 

"Everything that's happened to us, every tragedy, every challenge we've face, it was all just them shaping us into useful tools. It's no different than how someone trains a horse." A small hint of bitterness edged into her voice as she spoke about it outloud. She shook her head and turned to him with a frown. The knight paused and shifted her gaze away from him, finding it difficult to meet his gaze as she went on in a weak voice, "I mean, do we really love each other? The gods clearly planned to force us together since the beginning, who's to say these feelings are truly us and not just them meddling in our lives again?"