All the titans would definitely have loved nothing more than to follow their father on his journey.
Despite the others' mature size, they acted like little children more often than people thought.
Their eyes were shining with bright, hopeful excitement whenever the possibility was mentioned last night.
They had crowded around him then, tugging at his sleeves and asking in eager voices whether they could come along too, their perfect bodies practically vibrating with the desire to stay by his side.
But, for some mysterious reason, every single one of them had chosen to give Grey Ivy special treatment.
Even at the time when they were roughly formless, the titans seemed to cherish Grey Ivy with their hearts.
And today, they were stepping back without the slightest argument or complaint.
It was as if she were the precious last-born child, the youngest sibling who deserved this particular chance more than anyone else in their tight-knit group.
