For T.
Postmortem
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III
Kanon needed to check something before he went back to his temple.
He walked down the Twelve temples heading to the cabins that were built near the limits of the Holy Ground.
In previous years the area had been designated for training newcomers. Now it was filled with little cabins that, before the Hades War were meant to host guests since unlike other living places around the area, had every commodities a visit could need during their time on the Sanctuary.
But after the wars no one would visit the Sanctuary and soon, the cabins became the storage area of the Holy Ground.
Past the cabins lay a trail that led to the mountain of 'Trelos', which meant, in coloquial greek "out of his mind". In what some would consider a fitting end, Saga passed his days locked away in a little cottage, far away from curious eyes.
Kanon stopped in front of Saga's house. It was built into the mountain as if it grew naturally out of the stone. It was a beautiful place to live. Athena herself had ordered it's construction so that it could be a decent resting house for a man who, despite his mental disability had carried out his duty as a Saint in the best way he could.
Despite the beauty, Kanon had hoped that he wouldn't need to come this soon.
The last time he had come, had been after finding a note stuck on the door of his temple with message "shit all over the walls. Come quick". It had been only two days ago, the same Friday when he had found Milo's body; cleaning your twin brother's shit off the walls, and later finding a dead body wasn't prescisely Kanon's definition of a fun Friday night. It didn't matter that at the end, luck had been on his side and he had found one of the men he disliked the most jammed dead into the ditch. Both tasks had been equaly disgusting.
There was also the fact that 'shit on the walls' aside, it was difficult for Kanon to see Saga, because it reminded him that their fates would be always ominous no matter the direction in which they tried to lead their lives.
During the Hades War, Kanon thought they both could leave their past behind. He had joined Athena's ranks oficially and fought aside legendary Saints such as Dhoko and Shion, helped to defeat Hades and destroyed his threat to the world. Saga had done his part as well, returning from the death, this time as an ally and not playing the part of their enemy as had been the case for quite a while.
Both had died during the war, but Athena had brought them back to life as a reward for their services. For six months everything seemed just fine. Even with Saga's diagnosed dissociative identity disorder, that had led him to overun the Sanctuary, he seemed to be adjusting to his new life pretty well, abdicating his rank on Kanon's behalf and retiring to civilian life to enjoy Athena's gift to its fullest.
But then tragedy struck again and Saga soon began to hear voices. This time, the 'voices' weren't reflected into multiple personalities. They were only in Saga's head.
It was a matter of time for Saga to be diagnosed with extreme schizophrenia, which the physicians claimed to be a direct result of his recent resucitacion that had caused a chemical imbalance in his brain, that among other things , caused him to suffer from heavy hallucinations.
And so, Saga's health started to decline. The voices were the beginning of the madness. He would spent most of his time alone, but when he would agree to meet other people his behavior was completely erratic. He would scream at them, accusing visitors that they had come to his house to kill him.
He would sometimes cry over the death of Baby Athena, no longer able to remember the past. He would see Aioros and believe that he was a ghost who returned from the grave to punish him for his sins against the order.
He also claimed that all the people he had killed during his reing upon the Sanctuary had come to haunt him and he would point and stare blankly at the corners of the room, very sure that his victims were there, when there was actually no one else inside the room but himself.All too soon the little moments when he was lucid and in control of his mind were very scarse and people began to talk.
The first months Kanon had to endure being pointed at, mostly because some of the villagers still confused him with Saga, but even those who knew that they were twins were afraid of him anyway, because there was no telling whether he would go insane just like his brother had.
Saga had to be put away for good and even when Kanon had forgiven him for his incarcelation at Cape Sounion, he began to harbour hard feelings against him.
It seemed that nothing they could do would make them had a decent reputation.
It was as a whole something incredibly hard to deal with."I know you are out there," Saga said out loud, and snapping Kanon out of his memories. He sighed, opening the door and entered the house slowly, scanning the surroundings to check that everything was in place.
Most of the fowl smell was gone already, but he could still see part of the wall paper that had to be stripped off three days ago and the memory lingered.
The rest of the house looked the same as before. There was a simple wood bed with white linen sheets against one of the walls near the window that faced to the city. Next to it, there was a small desk with books piled up and a lamp and in the center of the room a table that had a bowl filled with apples.
There was also a small entertaining unit that once had a TV and a radio, but those later had to be removed because Saga kept complaining that the images and sounds that came out from the devices where like pointy shards that hurt him.After various incidents the centre became the place where Kanon kept Saga's clothes, which were very few garments, as the former Gemini Saint started to spent some time naked lying catatonic on the floor.
"Hello Saga," Kanon greeted him, looking around and checking that nothing had been altered in the last two days when he had been out of town running errands.
He had to admit the minute the coroner mentioned that Milo's murder could have been comitted by a madman, he had been afraid that the rest of the Gold Saints would have come here and manhandled his brother in search of answers.
But nothing seemed to be out of place. Saga was calm and so Kanon relaxed. As the commander, he would have known if somebody had been there during his absence. Everyone knew that the area around Sagas's house was off limits. There was no way to be sure when he was lucid or not, and so far during the schizoid periods, the former Gemini Saint would only tolarate his brother's presence, or the the maid who had been appointed by Kanon to do the house chores. Any other person around could send Saga into a frenzy and countless times Kanon had to be called to calm his brother down who would be on the verge of hurting someone or even himself.
Saga didn't look at him though. He was staring at a corner, half naked, and counting something.
"One, two, three, four, five."
Kanon streched himself to see what it was, but he could't see a thing as his brother massive back was covering his view and he knew better as to not approach him.
The corner was Saga's safe place, no one could touch him when he was there.Kanon wanted to go back to his temple to sleep, but he stayed. Part of him needed to talk to someone that would share his opinions on the murder he just had witnessed. If Saga hadn't been crazy, he would have shared his point of view. He’d disliked Milo as well.
"How are you today Saga?" Kanon greeted him, looking instictively to the table for a chair.
Of course there were none, as those had to be removed too because sometimes when Saga sat on one, he could no longer tell where the chair ended and he began, and more often than not Kanon would find him yelling his lungs out because he wanted to move the arm rest at will. As if the arm rest had been a part of his body and therefore, it could respond to his brain like every other part of his body would have.
So he sat crosslegged on the floor."Alive... if that's what you mean. Six, seven eight..."
Kanon sighed heavily feeling miserable and overwhelmed. He had been hoping that today his brother would act like a normal human being. Of course this had been wishful thinking.
He leaned back, supporting his weight with his arm and stared at the wall he had cleaned just three days ago and wondered about his brother. How could a man so powerful be reduced into something like this?
"Why did you wash my brown? One, two, three, four five," Saga asked still counting.
He turned around and stared at Saga. Sometimes his questions were completely idiotic and out of context. Maybe he was playing with him, or maybe it was just that he was really that mad. Still he indulged him to state the obvious. "Because you can't expect me to let you live surrounded by shit, Saga. That's why"
"What's the difference?" Saga retorted "What was on the wall, is still out there, where I used to live, were you are. Shit is everywhere Kanon. All over the Sancturay."
Kanon laughed in disbelief while standing up. "What the hell are you talking about? It doesn't matter if the order has gone through rough times –all thanks to you, by the way- but even so we are warriors Saga, we are the bringers of justice, we are..."
"Killers," Saga interrupted him, this time turning slightly around to see him "We are the shit of this country and we deserve to die. All of us...."
"Very well then," Kanon said while walking to the table. "Then it wouldn't come to a surprise to you that Milo is dead."
He knew he shouldn't use sarcasm with Saga. At least not now as his brother already had problems to separate fiction from reality. But he couldn't help himself. Sometimes Saga's inner dialogue and schizoid paranoic antics usually ended pushing him to the edge.
"Oh, I know."
Kanon blinked "You know? What do you mean you know?"
"You and I were dead too. Remember? We died and then we were brought back to life. I don't know what you are getting at."
At this point Saga turned around, completely facing him. He just needed to be sure. Very sure.
"Yes, I do remember Saga, but the thing is that...Milo was killed three days ago."
"Is that so?" Saga asked tilting his head to one side. Then he took one hand and lift it and started playing with his hair on top of his head, making little knots with his fingers. He always did that when he was talking to people "I already knew that too."
Kanon couldn't help but feel goosebumps. What the hell was Saga talking about?
It was true that word spread quickly around the premises, but there was no way that Saga knew this. No one knew outside the Gold saints that Milo had died."Too?"
"Yes, the voices told me."
"Told you what?" Kanon pressed on, leaning slightly forward, very sure he was going to have a heart attack any time soon. Saga then turned his back on him.
"Yes, they told me they would kill Milo and then they would come to kill me after they were done with him and when you didn't show up yesterday I was worried that they'd got to you too."
Kanon sighed, relaxing completely and feeling happy about the presence of the voices for the very first time "No Saga. I had to go outside the Sactuary to run an errand for Athena. As you can see I'm fine."
"Don't count too much on it. We’ll all soon be dead..."
"You are crazy Saga..." He said under his breath and turned around looking for something to drink.
"Where is the water? I'm thirsty," Kanon asked, walking to the small fridge that was in the opposite corner to Saga and started looking for bottled water on the inside. Unfortunately the bottles were already empty "Fuck. I told that girl to bring you fresh water every three days! Can't anyone do their job around here?"
Kanon slammed the door of the fridge and rubbed his eyes impatiently "Saga where is Adara?"
"She's in the back. Eleven, twelve..."
He turned around and stared for one minute at the back door that lead to the garden.
"Never mind. I'm not in the mood for arguing with the maid. I’ll have some water when at my temple..."
"You look tired." Saga said turning around to see him again "Are you sad about Milo?"
To this Kanon couldn't help but laugh. Why would he be sad? Saga knew he hated the motherfucker, for crying out loud.
"Of course not. I'm just mad because I've been running errands for almost three days on account of him. As if that son of a bitch deserved it, I bet this wouldn't be happening had Athena had the power to bring him back to life."
Saga was now in front of him, in less than a fraction of a second, staring at him with his eyes wide open. His hand still locked in a strand of hair on top of his head.
Kanon fliched a bit when he felt his brother's breath on his face."Poor Kanon. You have climbed your way up to the highest rank of the Sanctuary, and got forgiveness from Lady Athena and acceptance from the order. But you still are a bitter, bitter man. Poor Kanon... poor Kanon."
And Saga took both his hands and placed them on either side of Kanon's head. They remained for a while like that and for a moment, Kanon could see past Saga's eyes, finding a trace of sanity. A trace that indicated him that Saga understood what he was going through if only for a brief moment.
Finding the body, the struggle to find any information avaliable and then the feeling of not being trusted no matter what he did. It was very exhasperating, as it was being here. Talking to Saga was like watching a humming bird near your window pane. You never knew where it would be off again."It works for you though..." His brother said bringing him back to reality, while taking his hands off Kanon's face "But don't get too comfortable. I'm sure Milo will be back in no time."
"No Saga. He won't. He can't. He wasn't killed in a war and according to the new laws among the Gods Athena can't..."
"Oh, but he will be back," Saga interrupted him."Because his friends will ask her to do something about it. Yes. His friends will ask her and Lady Athena will do her best to bring Milo back."
"You don't know that," Kanon protested, starting to feel angry while Saga kept counting again between whispers.
"Listen to your big brother. I was a Kyoko and I once was, above all of them."
"Well, things have changed since you were the headmaster of this Sanctuary,Saga."
"Yes, but unlike the position I stole," Saga began, looking at him sternly as he used to do when they were little and he was trying to teach him good manners "Friendship remains pretty much the same Kanon. You might be great with ordering people around, but you have no idea of what having a friend is."
Saga's comment was like a bucket of cold water to Kanon's pride. But then again, their conversations, no matter how well intentioned they were, always ended like this. Saga being the great wise warrior and Kanon being the idiotic fool.
"Tell me something Kanon,"
"What?" He snapped, clenching his jaw and breathing slowly.
"When I die, will you plead for me to be returned to life? Or will you be happy to get rid of me as you are with Milo?"
"Why are you asking me all this? You are not dead!" He said, almost yelling. Saga just blinked, tilted his head and turned around dragging his feet across the room.
"I know," said Saga kneeling again on the corner," I meant when the voices kill me... will you do it?"
But Kanon didn't answer this time. He walked away and left Trellos mountain, feeling more frustrated than ever.
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IV
Kanon had overslept.
He woke up in his room still with his clothes on, sprawled on the bed.
Death Mask was standing on the edge of the bed, looking like hell, with bags under his eyes and a cigarrette hanging from his lips.
"Hello, Sleeping Beauty" He said, while Kanon was still trying to focus his eyes that were still providing blurry images. His body still felt heavy and his feet hurt like hell. He was pretty sure he would have slept straight till noon if Death Mask hadn't awoken him.
"What's up, Death Mask?" Kanon asked dryly while he tried to get off the bed and drag himself to the bathroom to clean himself up a bit before he started his day.
"I just came from Athens."
"From Athens?" Kanon asked almost shouting as Death Mask's voice was being muffled by the running water of his sink. He had hoped he would have gotten the report from him in the afternoon. At least he would have gotten a chance to rest and disconect himself from all this mess. Of course he should have known better as Death Mask was mostly efficient when he was told to go on an errand to find information.
"Yes, from Athens, " Death Mask answered leaning on the frame of the bathroom door. Kanon lifted his head and encountered Death Mask's reflection in his mirror.
"Fuck me, Zeus! If you want I can wait for you outside." He offered, pointing to the door that lead outside.
"So what did you find?" Kanon asked moving on, while washing up his arm pits.
"Well, not much. Except that the villagers pretty much hate us now. You should've seen the look on their faces the minute I told them I was there on behalf of Athena. They freaking flipped and started yelling at me. The fuckers."
Kanon laughed and turned around leaning on the sink "Well, I wouldn't be so surprised. It's not like you are Mother Theresa..."
"Ha, ha, ha. Very Funny," Death Mask answered between drags. "I'm serious Kanon. It's not looking good. Right before I asked them about Milo about you know... things out of place and weird sick revenge customs, people started yelling at me, because one motherfucker pointed at me right in the middle of the Plaka Market, saying that we were killers and shit. You should have seen the motherfucker. He was completely out of his fucking mind!"
"Well, you at least, are a killer." He answered turning around with his back to Death Mask. He could see in the mirror how pissed his friend was getting on account of his mockery. Nevertheless Kanon wouldn't miss this oportunity to scorn him. After all it was very rare to see Death Mask shocked by a situation like this. More over to see him complaining about a task he was being appointed to do.
"Yeah well," Death Mask answered lifting his eyebrows with an amused expresion on his face "But that's not the point. I mean the villagers are now blaming the Sanctuary for their missing people. One old lady even yelled at me, demanding that we should leave their children alone or something like that. As if we would care for two missing bums and a peasant girl."
"Well, the missing trainee lived at the Plaka Market before he was chosen to enroll. "He said while shaving "I bet you this has to do with that. You can't blame them for being mad at us. People are always ready to place the blame on anyone but themselves."
"Probably," Death Mask answered putting out his cigarrette on the wall "But I swear I didn't like it. It's just ominous, this whole thing, even if this is just a desperate attempt of trying to pin us every little tragedy because they can't blame their corrupt police force for their crime wave."
Kanon nodded. Even when he wanted to dimsiss the whole thing as something unrelated to Milo's murder, the timing of the upheaval at the town couldn't have been more perfect. He wouldn't go as far as to call the situation "ominous" but it sure was unsettling.
He leaned then across the room and took a brush that was on top of the toilet tank and started brushing his hair while going out of the bathroom towards his closet.
"So anyway. Did you find anything besides the Sanctuary being unpopular among Athenians?"
"Not exactly..."
"What was it?" Kanon pressed on between gasps, while putting deodorant on his chest.
"I went to this bar that was located on the outskirts of Athens. Very near the Plaka market, and..." Death Mask made a pause “And saw three guys hammered chanting about a dead Saint. They were signing in Katoitaliotika"
At this moment he stopped putting his shirt on and turned around to face Death Mask. It had been a while since he had heard the mention of the ancient dialect spoken by the people who lived in the Magna Grecia, otherwise known as southern Italy and Sicily, where most of Greece's monuments were at nowadays. It wasn't common to hear that at all. At least not on the main land.
"Anyway" Death mask continued " I couldn't hear at first what they were singing about, only bits, as I sat far away from curious eyes on account of what had happened early at the Market. But then there was something that just made me turn around and pay attention. There was a man shouting on top a table that he had 'killed the pig'. That he had done it and that it had been very easy."
"And?" Kanon pressed on, gesturing with his hand to invite him to continue with the tale.
"I went towards them and got very close to the table." His brother's friend continued
"Now, I don't understand much of the dialect, since I came here when I was very little and never got fully acquainted with it, but I'm pretty sure there were celebrating over something.""Were they?" He pressed on again. Harder this time, as if by doing this he would unveil all the mystery that had been clouding his life this past days.
"I don't know," Death Mask answered and Kanon felt all his recent find animosity going away. "I mean, I didn't have a chance find out. Athena entered the bar accompanied by the Kyoko and they got me out of there, before I could do anything about it."
"Damn it."
"Yes," the other one agreed "But I did find the owner of the pig. He didn't care to find out who the thief was. He just wanted me to leave him alone. "
Kanon nodded "It's just as well. Although I don't know if you told Athena about what you heard at the bar..."
"Oh yes I did, but she didn't care. Not much anyway. She said things needed to get moved along."
To this he couldn't help but frown. It was odd that after almost three days of search Athena would suddenly stop all the inquiry. It was not like her to do something like this.
"O.k then. So I guess you can go to sleep," Kanon said, heading for the door "I'll pass Athena our report in the afternoon."
"Actually, "Death Mask hesitated for a moment, looking to the ceiling. "I came here to fetch you."
He stopped then and turned around to see him "Is it because of the Funeral?"
There was a pinch of hope in his voice. If Athena had stopped the search for Milo's killer not even caring about that last bit of precious information that Death Mask had found, it had to be on account of the upcoming memorial services. And if there was a funeral, that only meant that the madness was over. This was just perfect.
"I'm guessing you don't know because you were sleeping all morning, but uhm... Athena is having an urgent meeting in her chambers."
Then hope faded "What for?"
"Well," Death Mask began with a crooked smile on his face as if he was enjoying all this "All the other saints have been pressuring her to send someone to Hades to bring Milo back to life and she wants all of us to vote on it."
Kanon felt a slight pang of headache at the back of his head.
He thought he would be rid of Milo once he was dead. But ironically enough it turned out to be that his death was rapidly becoming Kanon's personal quest, which was no where near the end.They both went upstairs and they talked about other trivialities that had come to pass around the premises. Kanon couldn't keep his mind away from what the Cancer Saint had told him. There existed the slight possibility that what he had overheard was just a missunderstanding. With the sacred holidays coming up, the drunken man could have been taking about the immolation of a pig to the Gods. Even though the mentioning of the murdered Saint was out of place. Very suspicious indeed.
But then again their little chant could have been a relfection of what Death Mask had mentioned early to him. People hated the Sanctuary now and no matter how discretely they had handled Milo's death, word could have spread outside the premises.
It was a possibility.
But either way, it all led them to a dead end, because the outcome of all this, was that Milo had been killed over a personal vendetta and even if his body showed the signs of a fight, Athena would not have the right to bring him back.Twenty minutes later he and Death Mask sat in the Zodiac Chamber, an extra room that had been built recently for closed meetings, where all summoned Saints voted on important matters that would affect the entire premises.
This time however, the situation was a tad more delicate than latter issues- such as water supply or montly allowance- because it had to do with someone else's life. Something that Kanon felt incredibly uncomfortable voting on.
"Athena," He began to say when he finally could find a gap between all the yelling "I don't mean to be disrespectful, but why don't you send someone to the Hades and be done with it. I don't see why we should all vote on it."
Athena, who remained standing up during the whole meeting, walked towards him.
There was something that Kanon couldn't quite pin point about the reeincarnation of the Goddess. But nevertheless it always caused him the same effect: it took his breath away.
The way she walked and addressed everyone, made Kanon want –without no reason- to kneel in front of her and weep. She made him feel like repenting. Like comitting only to her. It was all in one, an overwhelming sensation that pierced his body, making him vulnerable to a 16 year old teenager.
It was ridiculous, but it was also the truth.Kanon wondered if she had the same effect on everyone else. Or maybe it was only on him, the once traitor who Athena kept subdued by her powers, just like a loyal dog would be laying next to its master's feet.
"Have you ever lost someone Kanon?"
Kanon blinked at the question and everybody laughed making him feel uncomfortable all of the sudden. The only person he had ever lost that he cared about was Saga as their parents had passed away leaving them alone when they were only toddlers.
Later on, when Saga had died they hadn't been in good terms. In fact Kanon had heard about Saga's death months after his passing, when Poseidon returned to the earth. And even then, he didn't weep a single tear for his brother."No, My lady," He answered quickly not even looking at her.
"What about Saga?" She asked with the kindest tone of voice while placing one of her small hands on his shoulder.
"I don't think he counts, My Lady," Kanon said, trying to sound casual, when in fact the whole question was making him sweat. But he knew he couldn't lie to her. He just couldn't. "Saga and I weren't too close back then, as you already know."
"I know Kanon. But wouldn't you vote in favor of Saga had he been found in the ditch instead?"
"I would," He lied not even sure how he had done it, but he had said it anyway. "But I don't know if everyone would agree with me on that matter. We are not precisely the most popular saints around."
He turned around to see Camus, who evidently took the coment personal, and who rolled his eyes as a response. But Kanon knew he was right. Had it been their lifes on the table, nobody would want to go to Hades to fetch them. He could already picture all of the saints sitting here, dancing and chanting on top of his grave had he been the one murdered.
However he understood that Athena's intention lay on being fair with the Order. It had been proven that Gods lately didn't know better, with all the wars that had almost led humanity to disaster. Still, nothing good would come out of this, because even if Gods were unfair most of the times, humans were very stupid.
"But even so," Athena kept on."Would't you have liked to have a choice over the matter?"
Kanon stared down at the table "Yes, I think so"
"I think so too," Athena said. "If I had the chance when my grand father died I would have done anything possible to be heard by the gods. So it's only fair that I hear your fellow saints out because as you know I don't have the power to bring the Scorpio Saint back."
"I undestand but..." Kanon protested, but he couldn't get further on his opinion as Camus stood up and banged his fist angrily against the surface of the table.
"Shut up Kanon!" He said, walking then to Kanon and making Athena step back a few centimeters "I can understand that you didn't like our friend but you owe to him. You owe him big."
Kanon smiled while leaning back on his chair. It was unbelievable how easy it was to make the Aquarius Saint loose all his composure.
He remembered how Camus among all was very against Kanon being in the Order. It was more amazing how he never held a grudge against Saga even when he was at fault for the Twelve Temple battle that ultimately had killed him and his student."Wow," He said almost in a whisper so that only Camus could hear him. He was
already standing next to him, making Mu, who was sitting beside him scoot over in an effort to be away from the fight. "I gotta tell you. I always heard the rumors about you and Milo, but I never believed them. I always thought you had better taste.""Milo was my friend!" and he stressed the word friend in such a wat that it seemed to Kanon he would bite off his tongue in an effort to stress the point enough. "Don't expect me to stay here and do nothing while he was killed out of no reason."
"But there was a reason," Kanon corrected him, enjoying to see the Aquarius Saint flip for a treacherous leech like his so called friend. "Besides we all die. We are warriors and if you can accept that then...."
"I was dead, remember?" Camus interrupted him. "And you wouldn't be sitting next to us if Milo hadn't voted for you. Or shall I remind you that nobody wanted you here Kanon?"
"That's enough."
Both Saints turned around to see Aioros, who had witnessed the whole meeting without saying a word. Athena nodded at him and the tension that Kanon felt dangling in the air was gone.
Camus apologized as it was expected of him, but Kanon didn't. He wasn't going to apologize for something that was so obvious that even a blind man could grasp its meaning with a simple touch. Milo had died because he had done something wrong. Because he had lead a life of excess and at the end the excesses had claimed his life. More over he was not going to cave in to Camus's last words. Sure Milo had forgiven him last, acknowledging that he was as valuable as any other saint during the Hades War, but even without Milo's aproval, he would have died the same for the Goddess. Therefore he owed him nothing.
Unless Camus meant the neverending hours Kanon had to endure of Milo being a ass to him during the his first days at the Sanctuary.Kanon laid back to his chair and said nothing the next 45 minutes. If they wanted to vote on favor to Milo's return, he would let them have his way with things. It seemed it was better this way.
"Well," The Kyoko spoke. "I think we have made a desicion. We will send someone to the Hades to appeal the case to the God of the Underworld."
Without a second thought Kanon stood up and stepped up for the task.
"I'll go."
Everyone turned around to see him.
"Why do you want to go?" Aioria asked, recieving a very stern look from his big brother who, as far as Kanon could tell, was really fed up with all the discussion.
"Because I’d rather go over there and bring Milo myself, than be here for another two hours with your never ending whining. That's why."
Kanon was expecting to be scolded for the comment, but instead the Kyoko just smiled along with Athena who nodded giving her approval for the trip to come.
There were of course protests from the other saints who claimed were more suitable to go on the trip, but at the end Athena convinced them that such a task required diplomacy and presense that Kanon, as the Gold Saint in chief, had all the qualities to carry it out. She added as well that this trip could be good for him, that he needed a time alone to ponder things.
Kanon wasn't very sure as to what she meant by that. But she at least understood that his duty was above all personal feelings and that he was the most cool headed about this issue and would be able to deliver a convincing case for Hades. If Hades asked about the details, he was going to be able to give him some and hopefully he would return with good news for all the mourners of the Scorpio Saint in the days to come."Are you sure you want to do this, Kanon?" Athena asked placing a hand on his cheek. He closed his eyes, smelling the aroma coming out from her skin which was delicate and alluring, almost made him lean against her touch.
"Yes, My Lady," He answered, bowing respectfully afterwards to her "I'm sure I can deliver a convincing case to Hades on your behalf."
"I'm sure you will Kanon. I'm sure you will," She said and gave him a closed letter that had her seal on the lid "I just hope this won't be too hard on you. I wish you the best."
Kanon bowed again and left the premises and went to his temple hoping that the trip would be the end of all the mess.