His voice broke, and he shrank back to human size.
'My son, my greatest pride ... my poor May...'
He sounded so devasted I didn't know what to say.
One minute he was ready to vaporize us. Now he looked like he needed a hug.
'Look, Lord Hermes', I said. 'I'm sorry, but I need to know. What happened to May? She said something about Luke's fate, and her eyes-'
Hermes glared at me and my voice faltered. The look on his face wasn't really anger, though. It was pain. Deep, incredible pain. - Percy Jackson and the Last Olympian p. 147
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