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She'd thought a lot about the fact that she had never asked Apollo for his name. Probably more than it deserved, but she still felt bad regardless. He'd adapted so seamlessly into their lives that it was easier than she'd like to admit to just forget that he'd essentially been dumped here. Just plucked from his previous life by the powers that be and plopped, unceremoniously, into her lap. Stolen from a... family he never talked about and a home he didn't seem to miss.

...Hey. His gaze flickered up and she swallowed the trepidation forming a knot in her throat before it had a chance to steel her tongue.

Do you remember the myth that Aphrodite was born of seafoam? (She'd wisely left out that it was a titan's severed testicles that gave rise to the goddess.) Do you remember where you came from?

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