Apollo

He expected nothing less of the other spirit. Standing alongside him, fist bumping him in a badass manner as subtle greeting ensued. Grin plastered on his facade, almost excited to kick ass. “Let’s get our girls back.” Both figures illuminated in a golden hue as their gates—

— “Pull out your mirror. I want you to see her. Her strong will, determination to fight; she reminds me a lot of you.”

“.....EVENTUALLY?! You know what you signed up for.” Arms resting on his hips as the spirit let out a scoff, turning away from his wife momentarily; amused grin plastered on his expression. “Don’t tell me you’re actually threatened by that? What happened? Not up for a challenge?”

— falls on me, Cassi. She has no magic, no keys, and no way out. I was the only one to help, and I couldn’t.”

— Anyway, she was always there for him, but the one time she needed him to be there for her; he failed...and he isn’t sure how to fix his mistakes...” Eyes shifting to spot the emerald haired spirit listening, scoffing slightly. “But it ain’t me if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“......No. I’m not.” Apollo hoped to lie to the slayer and keep him at bay. The spirit didn’t want to rile up the slayer anymore than necessary, yet he was unable to hold onto that. The guilt inside him physically eating away at him. “I failed.”

—himself up from the booth, opening his gate once more before appearing behind Sting. As if he hadn’t left at all. Just keeping quiet and to himself. “I’m here. Just had to...go back to the Celestial realm for a bit. Sorry, Sting...” The sorry held more meaning to it than shown.

— the ground as he removed his fist from the wall. Soon repositioning himself to a bar down the street. Taking a seat in one of the booths and looking out upon the crowd. “I wish she were here right now...She would know what to do.”

Body regenerating into the Celestial Spirit World, Apollo would lay a fist into the closest wall. Chest tightening from the abundance of emotions he felt in this moment. He failed. He had a clear shot of getting Yukino out, and he couldn’t do it. Head lowered, gazing down at—