"I didn't," the deity admitted ruefully, leaning an elbow on the counter. "Father saw fit to saddle me with it just after Helios disappeared."

And that conversation had gone over splendidly, hadn't it? It was on record as one of the most titanic arguments that had ever taken place on Olympus. But it'd ended with Apollo biting back his rage and coldly removing both himself and everything else affiliated with his presence from the ancestral "home of the gods". And he'd not been back since.

Sighing, he shrugged again. "Helios has lost his ability to care, it seems. He's content to roam the world at will, doing whatever comes to him. He won't take the chariot again, not willingly."