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Some Hermes headcannons because he is the best part of season two.

- he is really good at languages. He can speak the most major language for each Empire. Pix is also teaching him various minor / dead languages.

- speaking of Pix, Hermes absolutely LOVES Pix's lessons about history and mythology. Hes wandered off into the catacombs one too many times so Pix taught him how to get around.

- one more about Pix. Joel and Sausage gave up and hired Pix to tutor Hermes in all subjects because he is the only one he'll listen to (Hermes still is doing much better in his history lessons).

- Hermes has not only read, but memorized the book of profecies from season one.

- yes, he jokes about how some of the old soverigns remind him of his family.

- the citizens of both Sanctuary and Stratos adore him. A small festival is held in town square every time he goes back to Sanctuary.

- he wanted to learn how to bake his favourite cookies, but he doesnt know his way around a kitchen.

- grandpa Eddie loved him very much, but he is NOT allowed to touch his tools in the forge.

- Hermes loved to talk to the villagers under stratos. They adore him, and will help him no matter what.

Apparently Ive decided that Hermes is a big history nut. Good for him.

Son

It’s been a thousand years since her son died.

The world changed, the people changed, and she created no other child. Why should she? Having reached perfection once… why try again? 

But here he was.

Standing before her, just as he’d always been.

This wasn’t the badlands, this wasn’t Mezalea-- but there was its king. He was dressed differently, wearing a short toga with a green sash. Still, there was her son… placing an armor stand in her jungle.

And then he was gone, disappeared off into the distance.

Not to his mesa, she’d checked. She knew the land’s new king--- the younger child of the ocean. But, just like her son, he was different. 

She watched the strange item her son had given her. 

She wrapped herself around it, placing life into its wooden bones, draping it in a cloak of the beautiful magenta of her son’s mesa. 

‘Hermes,’ she whispered in his ear. ‘Son of Stratos, son of Sanctuary.’

“Father?” The protector held the child tight to his chest. Maybe, She decided, she could love her son’s beloved too.

It’s been a thousand years since her son died.

It’s been a moment since her grandson spoke.