Rosario wanted to point out to him that he didn't predate the laws of physics – that unlike gods and magic and other crazy shit, scientific principles and fundamental constants didn't need anyone to believe in them, they just were – and she opened her mouth to argue, but Apollo was still talking, and by the time he'd finished with hands spread wide, the retort had dried on her tongue. She was distantly aware of him smiling, like he'd presented her with a gift, but all she felt was a slow-dawning horror. "Whadda you— whadda you mean, what else I'll see? Can't I turn it off?"