"Whoa, hold on a sec." Mike walked to the fridge, grabbed an ice-cold cola, and chugged it down.
"Okay, let me get this straight." He pulled out a whiteboard, writing 'Apollo' on one side and 'Butterfly' on the other.
"Apollo's existential crisis is like a tug-of-war. Leaning towards Apollo makes him weaker. Leaning towards Butterfly makes him stronger?"
Foreskin nodded. "That's a decent analogy."
"So, as long as he's still on the fence, he's okay?"
"Correct." Foreskin walked to the whiteboard and added another word: "Unstable."
"If he leans too much towards Apollo, his power weakens… that's how his talent works, and it's also tied to his… well, his *being*."
If Apollo became too weak, the Supreme Demon God, always lurking in the shadows, would seize the opportunity to strike.
And without a Supreme Being to protect them, humanity would be toast.
