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Apollo had sensed his sister there long before she spoke. He doesn't even have to look fully at her to see the bits of leaves in her hair. He didn't know if anything had happened the night before but like hell if Diana wasn't letting him in peace about it. He finishes frying up a few sausages and putting them on plates before putting everything down at looking up at Diana.
His violet eyes were clear, brilliant but totally cold. Ice was formed from no emotion whatsoever and right now, frost was lining down his bare arms and dusting his cheeks, "Diana. Shut up. If you had any even slight affection for me as your brother, you would have long ago. I was so happy to see you laying in the snow when we found you first. I had forgiven you long ago, but now all I see is the sister who once cut my heart from my body so that I could writhe and gasp for a century out of spite. You did it literally then and figuratively now. So why don't you have a little propriety now about everything before I sew your lips shut for you. I don't know what happened and either way, I would have been fine this morning. But open your ******** mouth again to insinuate anything, baby sister, and I'll rip your throat out and hide it from you for a century. Get it?"
He very calmly picks up his skillet again, as if he hadn't just said anything like that. He frankly didn't care if anyone heard him or not. For Diana to come to him, knowing his grief, and put the training in words like that, whether or not anything had happened.... well, needless to say, he had thought his sister would be above that level. Apparently he was wrong. He calmly cracks a few eggs in the pan, cooking them as if Diana wasn't even here.

Apollo stares at the fire as Diana left. Sahking his head. Maybe Diana hadn't meant anything, but she should have known better than to use those words. He was trembling a little from a mixture of anger and hurt, the tears freezing halfway down his cheeks.
He says in a soft voice, "I'm glad to see you have learned to consider the feelings of others. I guess Diana didn't teach you that, though." He stands up, "Breakfast is still warm." He turns and walks off into the forest, following in Diana's footsteps. The two of them needed to talk. He needed to apologize, but he also needed to let her know just what she was doing to him.

Apollo was within seeing distance of his sister and he says softly, approaching, "Diana..." He walks over kneeling down in the snow beside her and taking her hand, "Diana, please don't run from me, I.... I'm sorry...."
He sighs and pauses, trying to compose himself, not wanting to cry now. When they were younger, he had always been strong for his petite sister and those instincts were kicking in. He swallows at the lump in his throat, "I... I didn't mean it, Diana, I just..... I've been so on edge lately... With Endymion leaving me and... and him turning to you.... I'm not trying to excuse myself from those words, but I just haven't felt like myself lately.... I saw you holding him the other day and I've seen the way he looks at you... I know it's none of my business, but it doesn't make any of this easier... You have every right to go after him and he has every right to fal inlove with you, I guess..." The tears began to roll down his cheeks, even as he tried to stop them, "I'm just... I'm sorry I said what I did.... I thought you were flaunting the fact that... that I've lost him..."
He stands up, wiping at his tears as if he was angry that they were there, "If I had known that you loved him from the beginning I would have never gone after him. Karma is just, I guess..."

Apollo blinks, feeling the cold wind suddenly whipping at him anew. Was she right? Did Endymion really love him? Apollo looks down to the snow, his whole body aching from tiredness. Part of him leaped at the thought that Endymion still loved him. But another part of him didn't trust it. Endymion hadn't given any sign he still wanted Apollo, not even after the sun god had begged at his feet. And even another part of him split and felt whole-heartedly bad for his sister. He had taken Endymion away from her without even knowing, and now here he was, crying out his soul before his sister who had finally gotten a little of what she had wanted so badly to begin with. He had just wrapped his arms around Diana when a voice made his whole body stiffen with tension.
He turn, his eyes glittering with anger, "Aphrodite.... What in the underworld do you want?!"

Apollo's livid violet eyes become slits of anger as he stares down the goddess before him, "Playing with mortals like they are dolls... I see you haven't changed much at all, Aphrodite... Except maybe a few wrinkles here and there. People haven't been praying to you much as of late, have they? Welll... No matter..."
He steps forward, lifting and eyebrow, "And if you want the truth, darling, perhaps you simply scared me away from women. If all of them were like you... well, we'd have quite the problem on our hands, wouldn't we? Prostitution is high as it is.... But really, Aphrodite.... Orion was the only mortal boy I gave my heart to before Endymion... But if I recall correctly, you egged Zeus on to kill my beloved... Oh well... But he was my only mortal beloved... As you well know, Endymion is far from being mortal."

Apollo felt his rage slowly hit its boiling point as Aphrodite talked and felt near to defending Endymion's honor and beating the s**t out of his aunt ((I think she's his aunt, right? I dunno)). But it really wouldn't have been much of a problem, because Aphrodite was always just talk. Her actually fighitng abilities were pretty horrible. A lover, not a fighter. And not even a capable lover either. He was cracking his knuckles when he found that Athena had done the job for him.
He watches the two go back and forth, his confusion building. Was Endymion really just a demi-god? If Apollo knew better, though, Zeus literally never did things halfway... But still, he couldn't be sure. Endymion was powerful, he knew that much. But other than that...
"Wait." He interjects calmly, "Athena... The truth? Please? I'm really not in the mood for Aphrodite's bullshit... Under what command did Eros strike Endymion twice?! Last I checked, that was one of the only divine powers strictly regulated... And Endymion cannot be a demi-god, why would Zeus create a god just to send Athena to give him a test he had no chance of passing?"

Apollo listens calmly, keeping his face carefully blank. The emotions surging within him were too much to even consider showing at the moment. He wanted not only to beat Aphrodite to a pulp, but he also wanted to sob and scream and do many other things. His jaw clenched tightly, he takes a few deep calming breaths but it was easy to see that he was trembling. He looks towards Aphrodite, "I hope you are content, you little whore. You nearly tore Diana and I apart... again. But the worst is what you did to Endymion... How you can just piss all over the lives of innocent people, I can't imagine... But I can feel you fading even from a mile away. You don't have much time left. You never learned... I can't even bring myself to pity something as pathetic as you."
He looks back to Athena, part of him wanting to demand that the damage should be fixed. But he knew that was wrong. Diana had finally gotten a piece of her wish, she got what Apollo had stolen from her without even knowing it. He swallows, "What's done is done then.... Endymion will have his test in another day and a half (is that time frame correct? I haven't really been keeping up with it) but just in case, we'll moniter his progress carefully for any faults in his powers so that we can hopefully pull him back to himself before the test."

Apollo sighs as he looks across at Athena, "That's not necessary...." And then the voice out of nowhere surprised him. He turns, gobsmacked. If he had bothered to search out Endymion's presence, he probably would have found him, but he hadn't even considered that Endymion was powerful enough to hide his presence that well.
"... Endymion..." He winces slightly, so confused about everything that he didn't know what to say or do or how to treat his once lover.