Apollo collapsed inward, pressing both palms against his face as if he could physically squeeze the revelations out of his brain. His breathing was shallow, ragged gasps that sounded like tearing parchment.
The world was tilting; the ground beneath him felt like it was dissolving into static.
"And the emergency council," Rex continued, his voice cutting through Apollo's self-imposed silence like a scalpel.
He showed no mercy, no pause for Apollo to catch his breath. "The session where Morwenna stood up, her face flushed with righteous fury, and accused me directly of being Tremor."
"She was correct... She was the only one in that entire room with enough spine and enough intellect to assemble the pieces properly."
Rex let out a soft, almost fond hum. "And what happened, Apollo?"
"Do you remember? I sat there, calm as a saint, while Elizabeth, Aurelia, and you rose to my defense."
"You argued for my innocence with such conviction it was almost touching..."
