Green grass breaks through snow, Artemis pleads for my help

Apollo gives him a rueful smile. "Sometimes you just wake up and you're the god of the sun, you know? Anyway. I've got about 4000 years of making up to do in terms of the 'being a good dad' scale, and the bar is incredibly low if I want to do better than my father. I just wish -- ...well, I don't know if I wish my kids were here; because they have better things to do than be stuck in an alternate universe -- but I wish I could at least send them an Iris message or something, sometimes. Check in on them, you know. Everyone at home probably thinks I've just gone back to normal forgetful Apollo."