Confess: Do you think you are above me?
That was a loaded question if Apollo had ever heard it. He offered his brother an awkward shrug. “At the moment?” he asked, looking down over his mortal body with a bit of dismay. “Not at all. If we’re talking looks.... that’s easy, I’m easily out of everyone else’s league.” The amount of power that Apollo normally had at his command also put him a few steps ahead of his siblings, he felt.
Apollo also didnt feel the compulsion to tell his brother that, since technically, the perception of power was subjective.
“I may have my ego, but even I know that someone like you will be above me in some ways, because Hera will always favor her children over Father’s bastards. Does that answer your question?”









