I don't own Steiner. He is too awesome. xD
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Eight unclothed Knights of Pluto. Steiner sighs.
They've gone so far backwards, in strength and glory, like a decrepit old man who was once Achilles and now is dying in fertile Phthia, dying while Helen and her entourage of Muses wields a sword. Steiner expects them to remove the statue from the square any day now—though perhaps it is fitting, crumbled and pitted and covered in pigeon crap.
He doesn't know what will give out first, his heart, or his stomach.
"No! Search for the Princess!" he orders Weimar, who has been using his clothesless time to hit on one of the new soldiers.
"The Princess?" he echoes, bewildered. Since when was it their duty to guard the Princess?
Steiner might not look it, but inside he is crying like a little boy.