[She pauses for a moment, curling in on herself slightly with a grimace of pain at the movement. She hesitates, but then speaks softly.]

I believe it will come from your hands. At times, you have reminded me of another young woman I held very dear because of the strength I've seen in you. There was blood on her hands. I see the capacity for you to bear the same.

[There's another pause before her eyes narrow desperately and tears begin to drop out. In contrast to the dull tone of her voice before, now it spikes in pain and panic.]

He knew. Even before - I did anything, he knew. Percy, am I... Have I always been...

[A monster?]