Green grass breaks through snow, Artemis pleads for my help

"It's the best one can do when one's parents are immortal," Claudius sighs, as though he knows all about it. He knows enough to imagine, and to offer something of his own experience. "My father," he says, "died when I was young. I mourned him the way you would any distant public figure, when you feel nothing but know some feeling is expected from you, because that's all he'd ever been to me. All I know is he trained my elder brother into his ideal successor, which doesn't speak to his credit. That's how mortals try to make an immortal legacy, by raising successors. The farther you are from Zeus, the better off you'll be, in my opinion. Congratulations."