[ good, he says, and she feels a warmth in her chest about ready to burst. she's thrown out a lot of things, becoming who she is, and the approval of society is pretty high on that list. but having someone like this say he approves, say he's happy for her, is... it's a lot.

she's smiling, as radiant as a star, as she answers. ]

Maybe? Or maybe just for us. [ she sort of chuckles. ] Everyone says the devil's a boy, but maybe... they just can't imagine her as she is. They only see what they want her to be.

[ maybe she's the same way. she laughs softly, looking over to catch apollo's gaze. maybe this is the best way to explain. ]

What do you see? When you look at me, I mean.