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Apollo jumps, startled and hearing a scream. he immediately bolts to Endymion's room without a second thought, leaving behind his sister who was still asleep. He throws opne the door in panic.
"Endymion!" He blinks, looking around, his eyes wide. He didn't see anything... But Dymion had screamed. Now he was just sititng there looking terrified in bed. He quickly walks over, sitting at the edge of the bed and touching Endymion's shoulder, "Dymion.... Dymion, are you ok??" He strokes the youth's cheek gently, then strokes his hair, trying to calm him down.
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Apollo turns to look at Hermes as he enters the room, feeling very frazled at the moment. Everything seemed to be happening at once. He says slowly, "Hermes... I don't know, she was just.... She was on the roof... I don't know what to do, she won't wake up...." His voice was beginning to crack as well as his composure. he felt sick, very sick. He turns back to Endymion still trying to break him out of his spell.
He comments softly towards Hermes, "I mean... she can't be... no, I'd knwo if she was.... Gods, Hermes, what if she's gone?!"

Apollo turns his attention back to Endymion, trying to calm himself a little more to a small trace of a smile, but it was all fragile. He says softly, "Diana.... I found her on the roof...." He gulps hard, inching a little closer to place his hand to Dymion's forehead, "You're feeling a little warm, are you ok??"

Apollo quickly stands as well, arms coming to support Endymion. He could ffeel the discomfort of the stiff embrace like a flame radiating heat. He says softly, "Be careful..... If you can wake her up, you can talk to her...." He clenches his jaw, trying his hardest not to let his composure drop. Neither Dymion nor Diana needed it now.
He carefully leads him into the main room where Diana was lying on the couch, guiding him like a doll that was far too fragile and expensive to let break. He says softly, "She wa sjust lying in the snow... she hasn't stirred since I got her here... She's far too strong a spirit to... I mean, she's a goddess.... she's alive, she is..." He was mostly trying to convince himself now as he le Dymion to stand right beside the couch looking over her.

Apollo looks to Endymion saying softly, "Are you sure?... You don't look too well... I don't know when she'll wake up, you can go back to sleep... You need it..." He sighs softly and crosses the the coffeemaker on the otherside of the room, quickly readying the coffee and pressingthe button for it to start.
He stands nearby as it brews, only taking a few minutes before he could pour it into two cups. He grabs a handful of sugar and creamer, handing them to Endymionwith his cup of coffee. He took his own black. he sits down on the floor beside the couch, taking shakey sips. There didn't seem to be anythign to say. He finally breaks the silence, "She wouldn't have done it if she knew you would go through all of this..."

Apollo nods slowly, feeling uncomfortable. He gazes down as his coffee,violet eyes seeming grey with confusion. Things had gone from fine to terrible in a matter of hours. He rubs at his forehead.
He finally looks back up towards Endymion, suddenly feeling almost resentful, "No, she shouldn't have... But just because you can't remember doesn't mean she did it against your wishes... We're gods, Endymion, but we don't know the future... You have every right to be mad, but it doesn't make it her fault... or anyone's fault...." He looks back down again, "I'm sorry things are so bad in this time period... But I'm glad I had the chance to meet you because of it."

Apollo glances up at Endymion answered the phone, but soon he was staring at the floor again. He placeshis once against empty coffee mug on the table. Running his fingers through his hair, awkwardly waiting until Endymion hung up.
Once the receiver clicked back down, he whispers, "You should see her... You really should.... You deserve something normal, something dependable...." He looks up to Dymion, eyes deep violet in slight sorrow, "It's not fair to you.... to keep you here... It wasn't fair of her to save you and make you sleep and it wasn't fair of me to... to pull you so close when things could never be that way.... Usually the gods don't screw up people's lives this badly, but we've really messed up this time..." He hugs his knees, gazing at the floor again.