Character: Aphrodite

- Oh, shit! You're not going to die again, right? Don't you dare ... It would be horribly rude!

Very few people are able to understand what is happening. They repeat what was said to them parents, then teachers at school, what they saw on the evening news. Finally, they convince themselves that it is their own opinion, which they fervently defend, if they contradict. However, they could take a look and think, to see the world for what it really is, not as it wants to show them.

- Do you understand? I don't believe it. If I could burn Eden, I would do it. I want this island, this planet, this school is gone forever.
- Maybe this is love. I love you so much that you are willing to follow you, even if you're obsessed with delusions of destruction.
I push her away.
You disgust me, Aphrodite.
- You're totally disgusted. I feel like you despise. I should help you to rise again. You are a wonderful man, but you forgot about it because blinded by anger.

"I think the whole Scottish clan, class," said Jack.
"Still you did not think so," said Aphrodite. "The guys in the skirts of your dream".
"Kilt, not skirt," stark said. "Or a blanket. And speaking of really old, they called pelamar".
Aphrodite raised a blond eyebrow looking at him. "And you know this because you like to wear it?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I do not, but my grandfather wore."

"Where are we going?", - again asked stark.
"Well, okay, this place is like a dungeon. Smelling of mildew, with strict orders, and with a strange, somewhat fantastic decor, which is suitable for prison and hospital psihbolnyh, this place gives Damian to believe that he has died and gone to fucking heaven. So that guess myself."
"We go back in human high school?"
"Close," she said, her lips lifted in the hint of a smile. "We are in a very old library that desperately scouring "the herd of Crete".
Stark exhaled loudly trying not to laugh. Sometimes Aphrodite he kind of liked it - but he would never admit it.

Try everything, experience everything, to gather information, not to use past experience or the experience of others, and to trust only themselves.

All is not gold that glitters, and not all the evil that hides in the shadows.