“I’m sorry, okay, that you don’t like me. But I will never apologize that the bits of myself that survived are unpalatable to anyone. I grew up cold and angry and inexpressive, and I grew up. Not a lot of people who lived the life I did get to say that.”

The siren’s eyes were black and glassy. Very little light reflected off them- more like empty pits than pools of glass.

“Hello,” says the hero chosen by no one “I’m here to help.”

“You’ll drown trying,” warns the siren “but follow me, unwanted one.”