Orpheus had been working on his song all winter, so I hadn't even known he even remembered what I sang to him as a baby; he didn't sing it around me in the time I was there — not that he was hiding it from me, but I was only there for a couple of weeks at most, so we hadn't really gotten the time to sit down for him to show me what he was working on.

Hermes was a good brother, he was my closest friend, and he just wanted the best for me; I was his little sister, annoying him was my specialty, but we loved each other, we were always close. I was the baby of the family, far younger than pretty much anyone else, and so often, he'd say "you'll always be my baby sister" and hug me, especially when I was having a hard time.