Greek and Roman

Tyson loves to learn about different cultures and time periods, through their legends, ‘old wives tales’, and folk heroes. However, Tyson has a definite bias towards the Greek and Roman tales; their history in general, in truth.

Their tales about the stars and sky are always in the back of his mind when he looks up at the beautiful maps above him.

He finds a lot of comfort in those tales, they’re familiar and always there. Even through dozens of iterations and interpretations of them. Tyson actually enjoys that there are so many different versions, different ways to hear his favourite tales again.

Though Tyson loves all those tales, he does have his biases. He finds Hades to be fascinating and loves any tale with Athena. Neptune and Poseidon never fail to capture Tyson’s imagination. He enjoys the stories of Nike and Mercury. Prometheus is a secret favourite of his.

As has been mentioned many times, Tyson is Icarus and - even knowing its hubris - he embraces the moniker with open arms.

Too stubborn to die

Though his brother is certainly more headstrong than his younger sibling, Tyson is impossibly stubborn when he wants to be. Too damn stubborn to die.

After parting ways with Sebastian and escaping military capture, Tyson had simply accepted that he wasn’t going to make it. He never considered giving in or stopping trying to find safety, but somewhere in his heart, he’d accepted that the odds were stacked against him; that this would be his undoing.

He had played it safe and taken a necessary risk, but it wasn’t going to pay off. He didn’t think he could survive on his own, but Tyson never stopped trying. He refused to stop pushing himself to make that next step, to live for another day.

It doesn’t matter if Tyson thinks he can’t, he will. He will survive and fight to his last. He has proven that a dozen times over, with Moran’s encouragement.

There have been many times, knees caked in dirt and hands covered in blood, where Tyson has thought, ‘I can’t.’ I can’t go on like this. I can’t make it home. I can’t leave Sebastian. I can’t do that. I can’t. I cannot. I’m not good enough.

He did keep going. He did make it home. He did leave Sebastian’s abuses.

On his own.

Brave, stupid, Tyson. Too damn stubborn to die, marching forward and refusing to fail.

After all, he has to live to see that new day. Tyson can’t throw his life away for someone else tomorrow if he lets himself die today.