"You may choose to remain a mortal and lose your immortality and my protection. Leave my abode and return to the mortal realm, where you will carve your own destiny with your own hands, like any other mortal. Or," she continued, "you may choose to become a god, an Olympian like the others, and remain my son. But know this: if you choose the divine path, your memories of the mortal world will be erased. You will be reborn as the God of Music, Knowledge, and Justice, and you will battle for your titles with the other gods who hold them. Once I connect you to Chaos and turn you into an immortal, you will be bound to the ways of the Olympians. So, freedom with no benefits or having all the benefits without freedom to act."
Icarus's mind raced. He had always known there would be a choice like this, but now that it was before him, his heart couldn't help but race.
Gaia smiled gently at him. "Take all the time you need, Icarus. But the next time you come to me, I will need your answer."
