"Conartists don't disagree with being called names that don't belong to them either. Yet again you proved you are not Charon, with the Greek deity masks there is no we, there is only the mask. The mask takes over completely it surpresses the weak, useless human host. If I were to remove the mask right now the host would collapse to the floor and never do one single thing for the rest of it's life. There is only one person for the lack of a better term, we may represnet more than one diety over the centuries but at the core there is absolutely no change." She stood up. "Assuming I was willing to entertain the notion that you might be Charon, then tell me what happened to Hercules, I was there that day spare absolutely no detail. One wrong word, I promise you things will not get messy it will turn into a blood bath." She flipped the blade so that it pointed down. "I have also been several war dieties in my lifetime, I am not some poor helpless woman. I have lost track of how many men I have slaughtered over the centuries."