Demeter's voice trembled as she spoke, her eyes shining with shared pain. She stepped close, this time without hesitation. Her hand brushed his cheek, gently and tenderly.
"You carry the same ache in your heart that I have carried for centuries."
Sharky placed his hand over hers, "Yes, I also came here to search for my daughter. Because I refuse to give up on my daughter."
Demeter felt her chest tighten with empathy. She whispered, "Sharky… you are not alone."
A silence fell filled with heavy emotion.
Two beings suffering the same grief. Two parents caught in the same loss.
Demeter stepped forward instinctively, and Sharky's arms wrapped around her waist. She leaned into him, not as a goddess, not as a Titaness, but as a mother in pain.
Their foreheads touched.
Her breath trembled.
Demeter whispered, "When I lost Persephone… no one held me. No one comforted me."
