The gods weren't exactly in much of a position to keep it in their pants. With the second Titanomachy raging, they needed Scions, like Aileen, like Rory, badly. But although Francis could have explained that to Aileen, he doubted it would make her feel any better, doubted it would make her any more accepting of what her father had done. Perhaps once she'd fought the cults the Titans cultivated, maybe once she'd fought Titanspawn, once she understood that the world she knew was threatened on an apocalyptic scale, she'd have more perspective to understand. For now, though, he held his tongue.<br/><br/>"As real and true a god as any I've ever met." Francis reached out, placing a hand over Aileen's, giving the Scion a small squeeze of his hand. "You, too. Good luck, Aileen." And as she blinked, she felt him let go, and when her eyes opened, he was gone, as if he'd never been there at all.