Foul Play Of Gods 2, Sarah

Parker thought about it for a second. No—he actually considered it for a solid moment before deciding, fuck it. He was probably asking for too much, but since Atalanta had been on a roll answering their questions, he might as well take his shot.

"Atalanta, how come y'all are here?" His voice was casual, but his grip on the wheel tightened. And then, before he could overthink Parker pressed on. "I mean, the old champions we read about in myths—hell, there are actual gods and goddesses walking around. Why?" His grip on the wheel tightened. "What's going on?"

Tessa turned her head, just as curious.

Atalanta shifted, hesitating. Parker could tell she was debating whether to answer. But then she nodded—Then she nodded, remembering Artemis's words—and sighed she shifted slightly, as if debating something.

"It's actually simple," she said. "We were all given a second chance to live again—as long as we followed the rules they gave us."