He wrinkled his nose. “There can’t be more than a couple of drops in there.” “What use can it be?” Idas asked. “They needed the whole jar to raise up Kentauros.” “Yes, but he’d been dead for centuries,” Admetus reminded them. “Alcestis is newly dead. This might be enough.” Lynceus squinted at Jason. “What do you think, Jason?” Jason’s throat tightened. He didn’t like the thought of using the Gorgon’s blood, not after all that Chiron had told him. The gods could punish them all for such a thing. “It … might work.” He hesitated. “But do we have the right?” “The right?” Admetus cried. “The right to heal? The right to save a life?” “She’s not sick,” said Idas. “She’s dead.” Jason nodded. “We’re not talking about saving a life, Admetus. There’s no life there to save. We’re talking about bringing Alcestis back from the grave.” “She’s not in her grave,” Admetus cried. “She’s not even cold yet.” “We aren’t gods,”
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