Fuck you, oh Apollo, you bastard, fuck you for making her ask such a question. Hecate swallowed the cold anger in her throat, and took Marcella's hands in hers, looking into her face. "It's real," she promised. She did not think she'd add the caveat of if you believe, as she'd found those words put such pressure on the believer. Marcella didn't need to be tearing herself up over the fear that she might not be accepted somewhere she wanted to be after she passed, just because she didn't believe strongly enough. "I'll guide your passage, Marcella, if you want me to. I can do that much."
Maybe she could do more. Maybe if she tapped into her coven, if she found some obscure tome in Merlin's vast library, if she poured herself into this, she could rip Apollo's curse right open. Should she tell the girl her plans, or was hope a cruel thing to offer?
Hecate decided to stick with certainty, at least for tonight. The Elysian Fields were real, and Hecate could guide her there, if it came to that.