[ Orpheus isn't even sure what to say to that at first, watching Sam with wide-eyed incomprehension. ]
What? [ Is what he asks when he finally does speak. ] Is that what we are to you? Just - pests?
[ He knows Sam thinks of himself on par with a god, but even the most wrathful Olympians knew that the men and beasts below them were foundational to the world working as it did, almost as much as they were. To imagine a being so powerful looking down and seeing not beloved subjects, but vermin is - almost alien, to Orpheus. ]
no subject
What? [ Is what he asks when he finally does speak. ] Is that what we are to you? Just - pests?
[ He knows Sam thinks of himself on par with a god, but even the most wrathful Olympians knew that the men and beasts below them were foundational to the world working as it did, almost as much as they were. To imagine a being so powerful looking down and seeing not beloved subjects, but vermin is - almost alien, to Orpheus. ]