"Well, I don't know who she thinks she is, but I'm done. Thanatos... werewolf attacks... deaths... three eyed winged men... magic chess boards... I'm SEVENTEEN years old. I can't take this! Much less having the one man I had thought of as -- " a father, she thought, but could not say she couldn't say it - "as someone I trust rage at me repeatedly because I'm scared and confused and I don't have the right answers or information, so I don't know what to do. I can't take it - I have tried my best. I took care of your gardens and his lab on top of my own studies, and I'm doing the best I can to understand, but I'm seventeen years old... and... I just can't. I quit." She shook her head, obviously on the verge of a breakdown from stress and exhaustion.