"Pallas's father is the King of the Giants," Elara pressed, her voice taking on a strange, melodic quality. "So who might your father be? Can you not feel it? The same giant's blood that flows through him flows through you. Do you not feel a kinship?"
Her words seemed to possess a magical power. Kronos looked at Pallas, at the giant youngling who stood a little taller than him, and felt a growing, undeniable affinity. The boy's face seemed more and more familiar, more and more pleasing to his eye.
"Are you… are you really my sister and brother?" His own father was the Giant King; that much, at least, Kronos knew. As he spoke the words, he subconsciously relaxed his fighting stance.
"Brother is correct, and sister is correct," Elara said sweetly. "But whether you are correct, I do not yet know. And now, it is time for the sister to challenge the brother."
