Of course, Minerva’s love for Artemis is unrequited, but this is one of the rare moments that I’m actually going to put myself in Minerva’s shoes. Even though I hate Minerva with all my being, I know for a fact that unrequited love is not fun. What do people experiencing unrequited love think, particuarily genii, you ask? Let’s find out.
She thinks he’s perfect.
She thinks he’s a god. Or perhaps the physical manifestation of a god. How else could he be so perfect?
How could anyone be that handsome, that refined, that smart, and that emotional all at once? How could she ever love anyone the way she loves him?
But how could he love her? She thinks of herself very poorly since she met him: ugly, stupid, and just not good enough.
If only she was good enough for Artemis Fowl.