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He gathered another fur and piled more items on it. He tried to be careful, but he heard the sound of something snap when he gathered the bundle. He just hoped the rope held long enough. It was old and weak.
Most of the things here were old. Some of them dated back to his mortal days. He'd done his best to take care of them, but he couldn't restore them.
Hebe could. He suppressed the thought. Hebe was... elsewhere. And even if she returned, he wouldn't be here. He'd send her a message, once he knew where he would be. He hoped he could stay with the boys.
But he had to get his things out of here. He couldn't leave them for Ares to find.
He continued hunting, feeling carefully along the cave walls for items he may have missed. It was fortunate he'd used this cave as his retreat for centuries. He was fairly sure he'd gotten almost everything. If he'd been less agitated, he might have been able to inventory from memory. As disturbed as he was, and with the way things had gotten jumbled when he waited for the intruder, there wasn't a chance for that now.
He finished his search, finding a few items he'd missed and adding them to the last bundle. He'd come back when he was healed to see if he'd missed anything - assuming Ares hadn't returned and destroyed anything remaining.
Being blind hadn't been as much of a handicap as he thought. He gathered the bundles carefully and prepared to vanished from the only real home he'd had for most of his days as a god.
Most of the things here were old. Some of them dated back to his mortal days. He'd done his best to take care of them, but he couldn't restore them.
Hebe could. He suppressed the thought. Hebe was... elsewhere. And even if she returned, he wouldn't be here. He'd send her a message, once he knew where he would be. He hoped he could stay with the boys.
But he had to get his things out of here. He couldn't leave them for Ares to find.
He continued hunting, feeling carefully along the cave walls for items he may have missed. It was fortunate he'd used this cave as his retreat for centuries. He was fairly sure he'd gotten almost everything. If he'd been less agitated, he might have been able to inventory from memory. As disturbed as he was, and with the way things had gotten jumbled when he waited for the intruder, there wasn't a chance for that now.
He finished his search, finding a few items he'd missed and adding them to the last bundle. He'd come back when he was healed to see if he'd missed anything - assuming Ares hadn't returned and destroyed anything remaining.
Being blind hadn't been as much of a handicap as he thought. He gathered the bundles carefully and prepared to vanished from the only real home he'd had for most of his days as a god.