"It was an accident," V firmly stated, emphasizing that Ares had no intention of killing anyone. "I'm certain His Majesty the Emperor never meant to harm anyone. You've seen his prowess on the battlefield. His power is overwhelming, and controlling it is incredibly tough."
You don't know anything about Ares. I know him better than anyone, Castiel.
Ares has always remained silent in the face of insults from those who curse his strength. He ignores the people who revile him, who hurl hatred in his direction.
There's nothing he can do yet bear the crushing guilt for the lives lost because of him.
Beneath Ares's cold, merciless exterior—the ruthless tyrant people claim him to be—lies another side. A protector. A man who cares in his own way, though his methods seem harsh. He struggles to express his emotions, nevertheless they are there.
V often finds Ares awake late into the night, insomnia plagued, trapped in a battle against the curse of his own power.
