Shura drove Aioria and Aioros back to the sanctuary with the help of Aphrodite and Death Mask.
"What did you tell him?" asked Shura, looking through the rearview mirror at Death Mask, who sat between the unconscious brothers in the back of the car.
"What? It was the ghosts!" said Death Mask
"If even you admitted you were being a jerk, it must have been bad."
Death Mask kept quiet for a moment, the he mumbled something intelligibly.
"What?" demanded Shura.
"I called him a flesh eating, fourteen year old…who… had spent twenty years in hell"
"Death Mask!" yelled Aphrodite from the front.
"I'm sorry! I didn't think it would tip him off to lose control like that!" said Death Mask, holding his hands up.
Aphrodite huffed and tried to comb back his messed up hair with his fingers. "I can't wait until his soul gets fully stuck to his body, I swear"
Shura hit the steering wheel. "Stop. Gods, could you guys just…stop being jackasses?! I can't stand it anymore."
"Shura come on, be realistic. He's messed up and now he completely loses control like that?" said Aphrodite.
"No. Fuck that. You know what? I'm happy! I'm happy he's back! Weird, semi dead, spooky, carnivore, whatever. I'm happy he's back and he doesn't hate me. That's all I ever wanted, for him to come back and tell me that he doesn't hate me. So you could at least try to pretend to be decent to him when we're around, ok?"
They made the rest of the trip in silence.