Rex's words came out as a wet, gurgling slurry, his tongue struggling to navigate a mouth that had become a ruined landscape of torn flesh and shattered enamel.
Yet, despite the agony, despite the way his brain screamed at him to shut up and die, he pushed forward. He wanted to twist the knife in Apollo's psyche as deeply as Apollo was twisting the knife in his body.
"You know what I like about this?" Rex wheezed.
The words were punctuated by crimson bubbles escaping his lips. "It's... it's the first honest thing you've done all year."
WHAM.
Apollo's fist connected with Rex's sternum, the shockwave so immense that the energy rippled through the domain floor like a physical wave, spiderwebbing a section of stone forty meters away.
CRACK THOOM.
Rex's lungs seized, air whistling through a punctured pleura, but he forced the next words out. "Everything else you do... you do because you think you're supposed to."
