hegel's dialectic, part one: thesis
tall, and bronze, and broad, and mean in the way that dité could be mean, but soft in ways she wasn’t. hotheaded, certainly, but not — well, it would take heff half a year to realize that ares wasn’t stupid; he was badly hiding a fairly severe case of ADHD that he refused to medicate. it would take another half a year after that to convince him to take his prescription as directed.
but it took no time at all to realize that while dité was mean because she wanted to be left alone, ares was mean because he was terrified that if he were kind, people would leave him alone anyway.
two furious wet cats, heff thought, watching the pair of them bicker over who would get to eat the last donut.
but that’s getting ahead.