[Roughly on par with Hercules 'step-mother' issues, actually. Daddy's a bastard. She only sounds moderately calmer.]

No... my father just has this perverse thought that dying horribly screws with my head. He's pretty much right. It'd screw with anyone. I just haven't given up.

And believe me. I've been trying. The fact that it seems like the gods here stole my soul from him... is both alarming and relieving.

[Because that's the only explanation she has for him not influencing her directly here.]