(Takes place a year after Dual Destinies.)
Apollo goes where he is not known. Where his face holds no importance in any mind. He goes where only the falling rain has any meaning.
He goes where there is only silence. He goes where his thoughts are in sync with the torrents of rain painting the earth. Unspoken words are louder than each drop of night, scorching his broken mind. But he goes where none of them will know. Where none of them will find him scattered across the rain-soaked earth.
Apollo crumbles. He lets the rain slide down and consume him. Pain overtakes all, even his inner voice. The voice searching for goodness, comfort, happiness. He knows nothing but falling rain. He is nothing as nothingness overtakes him.
Then her arms wrap around him.
He stiffens. She's there, sharing the rain in silence. She knows him, but he does not run. She buries her head in the back of his neck and remains silent. She takes his pain and makes it her own, but warms him at the same time. She drowns in the rain, warm, radiant, sad. For him.
Apollo whispers: "thank you, Athena."
They do not speak while the rain consumes all.