Working as your minion I've learned many things. And one of them, is the knowledge of poisons. I used to listen to your explanations with a bored facade, but in truth I was interested. I just felt I had to act like that around you, making you think I despised you. Well in the beginning, after our deal, I simply hated you.
Not only I was betrayed by my boyfriend, I was also condemned to be your slave for eternity! Now I somewhat regret my freedom, but it's useless to cry over spilt milk. I'm apparently happily married to Hercules now; he sacrificed his divinity for me, and I can only repay him with a fake smile.
I' m ungrateful, but I can't help it. Your sadistic grin hunts me at night, your voice always replays in my mind, again and again...I thing I'm going mad.
You told me that poisons are one of the best way to do a clean job: they're usually quick and safe. But there are others that are very, very slow. They cause a long and painful agony. The victim dies slowly, while the venom corrodes their body from the inside, silently. This is what is happening to me. I'm dying slowly, defeated by your memory. I long for you, I miss you...and it's tearing me apart. Since I can't let Wonderboy down I will go on, for his sake. But I will never be able to feel alive anymore: you've poisoned my soul forever.