Cassandra was a bit thrown by this confession. No, not thrown. Blown away. In recent days, she had begun to suppose that perhaps Apollo had some sense of remorse, but hearing it out loud? That was something she had decidedly not expected. It was actually quite touching. Some part of her mind was snickering though, whispering that the words weren't sincere, that he was just trying to get something out of it. She did her best to suppress that feeling.

"It would be wrong," she said cautiously, "for you to take all the credit for that. I made my own terrible decisions. So many that I regret."

For a moment, she was quiet, reflecting on several of those decisions. But suddenly, without her control, a tiny laugh escaped. She tried to stifle it, but another followed. "I never thought I would be having this conversation with you," she explained gently, making it very clear that she wasn't laughing at him really. "Especially not in this position."