Alejandro is still clutching his hand, reveling in the undeniable feeling of rightness. His stupid, wonky ability, grafted onto him as a way to try and keep him loyal and obedient without actually showing their hand-- years of promises about finding his love, all the while knowing they were incapable. Lying to him. And then once faking it entirely after he'd pulled Eric away. Divine heroes are not demigods or scions. They just plain aren't under the Circle's purview. But they were more than happy to hide the truth and convince Alexander the Great otherwise to keep him in their stable.

This is just. A lot. His reality has been tipped over, and in a much more permanent way than the influence of his father reaching through him to the mortal plane like earlier. He knows it's much the same for Jon, but he also knows Hephaestion has just always been better at handling his shit.

"What the fuck," he laughs, exasperated at this whole situation (but most of all himself), still teary-- and this time he says it in Spanish, oops.