She just sounded so sure of herself. Talking of just knowing, of feeling it in her blood and power and all that. He just didn't have that. The confidence, the sure knowledge, the feeling of power... most of the time he really didn't feel anything, or at least not the way everyone else described it. He didn't really grasp the concept of intuition, equating her words instead with emotional feelings rather than senses. To him there was no inner senses, no hunches, no notions. He thought everything out so thoroughly that just "knowing" something would never occur to him as possible. Everyone else seemed to feel things so strongly, so passionately, and they were always in such a rush to do things because of it. Him, he just... couldn't. It was really hard to get emotional about anything. "I don't know if I really feel anything at all," he spoke quietly, with a great deal of thought. "I don't know what that means about me, but..." He shrugged awkwardly. His mind crept further along the same track, recalling how his mother always believed that they were stronger and smarter and better than other wolves because they were gods, yet... Yet he didn't know how to be a god and his mother... "Fiamette, have you ever wondered... if we're gods, why is it we can still get hurt? Are we really gods after all?" His voice dropped in timbre after his last few words, embarrassment creeping in that he would question both his family's assertion that the Olympians were gods, and Fia's assertion that her family were gods.
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