[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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	The first thought to cross through his head was about the distinction between being a god of Death, and being a god of The Dead. Thinking about it for a moment, he presumed this was why Hades was often heralded as the kind of the underworld, meaning that he wasn't actually responsible for the death of individuals. This made helped alleviate any potential feelings of worry from being sired by somebody with such a problematic domain. That being said, his emotions still were in a bit of a shell shock. "[color=4286f4]Right, dagger is deadly, like most daggers. I'll be careful with it.[/color]" Normally, he might be able to find a more tactful way of phrasing that, but at the moment, he was unable to do so.

	"[color=4286f4]So...[/color]" He was kind of thrown off by Athanasia's continual barrage of questioning. He liked the girl enough, but god, she didn't really have an off button. Collecting himself, he paused for a moment, closed his eyes, and returned to the conversation with a smile. "[color=4286f4]Well, I certainly can't wait to meet our other step siblings, is there a weekly meetup, or something of the like?[/color]" He asked. He figured half-bloods with the same parent would probably get together in some way, people having connections like that tended to help. If not, he considered starting one, and cementing himself as a leadership figure at the camp. Even in the advent of earth shaking news, Arthur still had machinations stirring in his head, it just was who he was.