Apollo And Cassandra

He knew this day would come… He knew it all along that one day she would end up this way. And it brings him grief that she suffers. But it isn't his fault that she refused him in the first place, especially when she worshiped him and then spurned his advances. He doesn't know why she didn't listen to him, even after all that had taken place, he told her to take care of herself and to be more cautious. And now, he too has to suffer through all her grief and sorrow. Her own miseries add to his own perpetual sorrow which stems from her inaction. "Why doesn't she heed my advice?!" He ruminates, and asks himself if it is too late to help her... "Is it?!" "What do I do now? Do I tell her that I foresee more ill-tidings? Do I tell her that this is but the start of unending melancholy? But what if she won’t listen to me? Do I let go and hope that she’ll make it through on her own? Maybe she’ll listen to someone else and they’ll guide her… But what if they lead her to the desolation that I predict?" It can’t be helped, he determines. "It was all in her hands and she messed it all up for the both of us. And yet it’s not that I don’t care… I do care for her and I really hope that one day she’ll listen to me. Neither she nor I now has the strength to go through more of these misfortunes." He resolves to not put further thought into her or her ill-tidings. And with one final puff of breath he decides to let his love for her go but not before swelling with pride at the power of his curse and the price she has to pay for rejection.