Except he tried to claim me as blood, which made my ear cock a bit. For some reason, everyone around me thought if you were godsblood, you were automatically related--and more and more, it felt like I was the only one who thought different. Pa had a hand in making me, but in my head gods were above blood, above things like family and relations; the blood in my veins came from Ma, and it’s from her that I claimed my fam. Mesec was different, yeah, but he was also adopted by Ma which made him my Bro anyway. I had nothing to do with the Gods of the Earth or the Sun; why would I claim their kin as mine? But I couldn’t say all that to this walking sunbeam, teasing the grin outta me before I could help it. “I can be yo’ Uncle if you want,” I told him.
Lady Fish mumbled something under her breath, something about distrusting the gods--which wrung a huge laugh outta me. “WHELP,” I said, because if that’s the way she feels then she’s fucked living here, “Join the club.” I turned back to Mathèo. “Grab some ‘o these bones here, will ya?”
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