Ambrosia will course through your veins and turn them to acid. It will burn out and corrode all the humanity in you and you will be left laughing silently, a greedy mortal playing at immortality. You will forget that you are human; you will still remain one. Tell me - as the ghost of ichor stains your lips and blood pulses from your body, do you finally feel divine?
Neoptolemus /// (d.s)