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It felt nice to take his safety helmet off.Phaethon has never been allowed outside without a safety helmet, so there was something so deeply satisfying about feeling the wind in his hair and the heat on his head, exposed to the elements like his mother and sisters always went out of their ways to prevent.He would find his father. He would get his proof and maybe, just maybe, Epaphos and all the other people who scoffed at him would regret their cruel words.He was the son of Helios, goddammit.No one shit talks a son of Helios.