She nodded, neither breaking his wrist nor biting off his ear. Instead, she pursed her lips, looking at Apollo without venom. Which was definitely a change. A reversion, perhaps. To that fourteen year old girl who he had first encountered. Only much wiser, she decided. Not all knowing, by any means, but a little wiser.

"I suppose," she said softly, "that doesn't really count as defining much of anything."

It was a slight disappointment. She liked definitions. Still...

"I like to think there will be time."