"Miss Paradizo," he said gently. "Minerva. Listen to me for a few moments--you will feel the truth of what I say." Minerva tutted. "Why is that? Because we're connected?" "Actually, we are. We are similar people. Both the most intelligent person in whatever room we happen to be in. Both constantly underestimated. Both determined to shine brightest in whichever discipline we pursue. Both dogged by scorn and loneliness." "Ridiculous," scoffed Minerva, but her protestations rang hollow. "I am not lonely. I have my work." Artemis persisted. "I know how it feels, Minerva. And let me tell you, no matter how many prizes you win, no matter how many theorems you prove, it will not be enough to make people like you."