*The grass was warm under his fingers. The sun shone over his face and his hands, his father's light warming his skin. He opened his eyes, the sun's glare not affecting his sky-blue eyes. A helpful perk from Apollo, he supposed.*
"Would we be happy?" *He asked, suddenly, into the comfortable silence.* "If we were normal. Human." *He added, not looking over at the body beside him.*
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