He was trying to calm himself down, he really was. But every time he would try to take a breath, the feeling of pain and sorrow would raise up all over again. It wasn't just that he was remembering countless lives and memories all at once. It was also that each and every one of them was tainted with the memory of how he had died.
He was not a god, was nowhere near a match for them, so the only reason to curse him to this was that Kronos was an asshole who wanted to hurt Apollo. There was no other reason that made sense.
Even through the roaring in his ears and the emotions wreaking havok with his sanity, he was aware that someone had entered the room He tried, oh he tried to calm down but when he heard someone yell the wrong name, he spun, ready to fight.
"I'm not --"
He stopped, his words dying in his throat as he stared at the man in front of him. It couldn't be real, but he would know him anywhere, no matter how the face might have changed.