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They punish whosoever has sworn a false oath

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We had a deal, Marcus.

I promised to protect America from any Immortal who took up arms against her. I took an oath of service. I accepted your brand.

In return, you promised that the Daughters of Ares would be free. Free to find their own way, make their own mistakes. To live, and to love. To bestow their warrior gifts, their bodies, and their loyalties as they saw fit.

You swore it, before the gods.

I helped you put that girl in prison. She deserved it. But when you recruited her, you were forsworn.

And that? Was a mistake.