***Ares*** "Dominion over an enemy is not an unethical feeling to have. It is rooted in nature, part of our instinct to survive," my mother says gently. "The feeling felt wrong," I mutter. "Why?" she presses. "Because that is not the person I want to be. I do not wish to be anything like father. I love him, I do, but I cannot be him," I explain. "Your father has had his moments, where dominance in a situation has been required. But you are incorrect to think that the physical power you possess is reflective of the person you are. You saved the woman in your building, and you confronted her attacker." "But...why did it feel good?" I ask anxiously, "having the upper hand for a short moment was...intoxicating. The surprise I felt at that moment also led to my attacker being able to gain

