[Yeah, uh. That sure is a thing he did, or said, or implied. For like the fifth time in as many minutes, Sadie stares at him for a long couple of seconds before she speaks up again.]
Well, we seem to be fresh out of praetors... [Whatever that is, she thinks but doesn't say, making a mental note to look it up herself later so this kid doesn't think she's a complete idiot.] But hang on, how many other types of dead have you raised, exactly? Is that some kind of Greek god thing?
[Like... seriously? Children of the Greek Lord of the Underworld can raise the dead, and the person who becomes the Egyptian Lord of the Underworld can't? That seems a little unfair to her, but she'll give him a chance to explain before she starts whining about it.]
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Well, we seem to be fresh out of praetors... [Whatever that is, she thinks but doesn't say, making a mental note to look it up herself later so this kid doesn't think she's a complete idiot.] But hang on, how many other types of dead have you raised, exactly? Is that some kind of Greek god thing?
[Like... seriously? Children of the Greek Lord of the Underworld can raise the dead, and the person who becomes the Egyptian Lord of the Underworld can't? That seems a little unfair to her, but she'll give him a chance to explain before she starts whining about it.]