Vera - remaining in wind form for the moment to preserve her power should it be needed - took her position near the Titan with some hesitation. For one, she had made her feelings - best described as "tolerated loathing" - about the Titan astoundingly clear. Though this hardly prevented the pseudo-god from occasionally having a good idea, it did cast a great deal of doubt on his decisions as far as she was concerned. In addition, he had yet to tell them who or what they were meeting, despite the evidence he knew the answer. While her inherent distrust of anything divine was a real and substantial reason for her doubt in the ancient god, his lack sharing information proved an even greater cause for distrust. Were it not for the fact the god were attempting peaceful contact - allowing her to avoid her thoughts on violent death for at least a few minutes - she wouldn't have even considered Prometheus's plan in the slightest.
Not that it mattered in the slightest. Stuck as she was in wind form for the time being, she could hardly voice her concerns. She was forced to fall in line and hope for the best. The only good news was she didn't have to listen to Prometheus's advice on kneeling and averting eyes; she had no knees or eyes.
Not that it mattered in the slightest. Stuck as she was in wind form for the time being, she could hardly voice her concerns. She was forced to fall in line and hope for the best. The only good news was she didn't have to listen to Prometheus's advice on kneeling and averting eyes; she had no knees or eyes.