“Oedipism?” Avesta asked.
Rhett nodded, keeping his goggle visors down at what he was doing. “A term that comes from Oedipus. A king in the old Greek mythos that was left to die in the mountains, but survived. He lived through his infancy only to create a life of tragedy.” Rhett removed his magnifying goggles and placed them on the metal table next to the softly breathing Sachi. Rhett removed the gloves he was wearing and threw them in the garbage before continuing as he went to the other side of the room to retrieve something. “You see, it turns out that Oedipus ended up not only killing his father but also marrying his mother all without knowing the truth of it.”
He reached into a now open cupboard and pulled out two small half egg-shaped objects and turned to face her before leaning against the counter. “It took multiple events before he learned of the incestuous deeds, but not before he had four children with his mother. After discovering the truth, he tried to find his mother who he had found fled, realizing all this but moments before him. Oedipus discovered that his mother had hung herself before he had the chance to speak to her. He then, unable to cope, took a brooch from her clothes and plucked his own eyes out with it.”
Avesta shook her head, “That’s a horrible story, Rhett. Fitting though, I suppose, with Apollo being Sachi’s middle name,” she said sadly looking over to the still sleeping Sachi.
Rhett shrugged, following her gaze. He quickly looked back to her and pushed off the counter, making his way to her, “Luckily, unlike poor Mr. O, we are not in ancient times, and I need your help!”
Avesta looked to Rhett curiously, “My help?”
“Yes!” Rhett happily said as he held out the two objects he retrieved earlier. “Brown, or green?”
Avesta raised her eyebrows at the bionic eyes Rhett held before chuckling softly, “Green, most definitely.”