It shouldn't have been satisfying, making a girl in a hospital bed scared, so scared and overwhelmed that she cried. It really shouldn't have been.
And yet it really was. Just a nice little fuck you to her. She could live, but he didn't want her to forget what he could do.
"What's happening," Apollo said, sliding the knife away and hooking his thumbs casually into his pockets. "Is that my boys are throwing me a welcome home party tonight, and I've promised to pick up a keg. Lots to celebrate, you know?" He turned, but paused at the door, looking over his shoulder. "Enjoy your life, Marcie. Aphrodite?" he said, and kissed the air at her, then grinned. "I'll call you later."