Okay. He had a point but it wasn't like I could tell him anything. I could see me now: Guess what? You ever watch Clash of the Titans or read any Greek fables? Well those gods are real and yeah, I'm sort of a descendant of them. Kind of like the stepchild no one wants to claim. Oh, and I hadn't even been around mortals until three years ago. Can we still be friends?
The narrator acknowledges the truth in someone else's observation but feels unable to share their reality. Imagining a conversation where they reveal their heritage, they balance between pride and embarrassment, likening themselves to a forgotten offspring of the gods. The idea of connecting with someone about their unique lineage seems almost impossible.
Reflecting on their isolation from the mortal world until recently, the narrator contemplates the implications of their divine origins on potential friendships. They question whether it is still possible to maintain relationships when their background sets them apart, conveying a sense of longing for acceptance despite their extraordinary identity.