"Not until I get some damn answers," Ronen said looking down at Hermes.
The glare he gave the god was ice cold, what one saw looking at Ronen. Was a large wolf ready to tear someones throat out, he was filled with so much anger. Though it was directed at himself, it was his job to hold the Titans at bay. But, he'd died like a fool he blamed himself for what Greece had become.
"Please.... Just tell me what happened," Ronen said.
He wanted to hear it, for someone to say that he failed. He didn't want people to dance around it like they were stepping on eggshells when they talked to him. He just wanted the truth, so he could move on, and forget.