If she's upset over that, she couldn't possibly take the rest. Not now, anyway. He can't tell her about the nature of his existence as a demigod (how he literally embodies and lords over pain in everything around him) or the story of how they died. Then again, that's a relief--part of it isn't so much telling her as it is telling anyone.

They've done a lot, today.

"My story isn't a very nice one. But it has its place." He hums quietly to humor her, resting his chin on her head. "Finch always used to tell me something. They said that people shouldn't be sad for the living, because the living have a while yet to live. And they'd say it over and over... It took me a while to understand what they meant, but I get it now."