[Any amusement Apollo might've taken from this rundown was quickly replaced by exasperation. Had he not already said that plenty of things are said about god? Well, he supposed this sort of thing was bound to happen more once they arrived at their destination.

As the end of it, the human's conclusion was laughable.]

That's not it. Every world has their own idea of god. Hadn't you just listed a variety of pantheons from your world alone and related their supposed dispositions to their worshipers' climate, no less? What's more, there are those in other worlds who share my name.

We are unique from one another, yet we are all Apollo, god of the sun.

Now. [he held his hand above his head, and a brilliant light shone, illuminating the garden: the sun at night.] Shall I go with your assumption and kill you?

[This was something he hadn't done in a while. Not because he couldn't, but because he didn't feel like it. Whether or not he'd go through with this would depend on the human's next move, but really - this one was particularly willful and interesting. It would be a shame to not observe him more.

While Apollo found the comparison between gods and humans objectionable, this was one truth he could say: Apollo was a fickle god.]