I will forever be lonely. Living here, keeping track of all these poor, poor people is not what I had in mind after Zeus first defeated Kronos. I had imagined people bowing down before me. Buliding great works of art in my honor. Loved by every man, woman, and child. That is just a dream, though. In reality, I am hated. I am unloved. I don't have people bowing down before me or building great things for me. I'm stuck in the worst place imaginable. I do have a reason to be angry at the lonliness I experience.