[He listens intently, soaking in the sound of Trucy's voice. Her words paint a pretty picture of Thalassa, one that would have matched the mom he'd dreamt up while in the group home. It's almost out of habit when Apollo touches his bracelet thoughtfully.]

She did wear the bracelets in that picture. It's possible they worked for her like they do for me. [He muses, just loud enough to be heard. Even without the DNA test, Apollo can't ignore how all the evidence seems to be piling up. He sighs and presses his index finger to his forehead in his classic thinking pose. ] We really need to get a hold of Ema.