[ He isn't sure what he was expecting her to say but... it certainly wasn't that. Apollo can only listen in increasing horror - and anger - as Venus describes the trauma of her relatively short life so far. The idea that she wasn't at the camp for her wings but for yet another 'not socially acceptable' aspect of her life that she had no control over leaves Apollo sick with anger. And he doesn't bother to hide it. ]

That's why you were there? [ He repeats, brows pinching in an fiery, angry grimace. He sets the coffee cup down again if only because he can feel the clay beginning to crack under his white-knuckled fingers. ] Jesus -- because you were 'going against God's will'? Fuck that! That's just people's wills with a delusion of grandeur...

[ Apollo forces himself to take a calming breath; he'd promised himself he'd keep a check on his temper here. ]

So they packed kids like you off to this camp, [ He continues, eyes fixed on some distant point above and beyond Venus's head. Apollo's voice is calmer now, bit still edged with a hard bitterness as he paints an imaginary picture of what Venus has been telling him all along. ] Because you don't fit their image of what a good kid is like. And that beating thing -- you mean that literally, right?

[ His eyes snap down to meet Venus's again. ]

They literally beat you because of who you are?