[ Apollo just stares at her bleakly as the stone smashes in to the ocean with a terrific splash. ]

Ask a stupid question... [ The words are murmured under his breath, mostly to himself. Since when did he expect anything normal from Lapis?

Then, to her, he adds: ]

Six thousand years for a big misunderstanding like that... that sounds pretty rough. What did you do inside the mirror? Could you see things? Think? Talk?