"You don't understand," Apollo's eyes flicked down to her whitening knuckles for a moment. "I can't take it back because... there's nothing to take. It's not something separate and external, it is you." He reached for one of her fists then; maybe what she needed was some connection, some comfort. Maybe she was gripping her fists so tightly because she was desperate for something to hold onto, and who better to understand what she was going through than him, right?