icarus burned fast,  but not fast enough for the gods. (apollo, later, screaming YOU COULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING YOU COULD HAVE SAVED HIM BUT YOU JUST STOOD THERE) they had time to think, to deliberate, as icarus fell in slow motion; “if we save him he’ll become arrogant, ‘the first man to fly,’ he’ll say. no man should fly.” “but it could bring forth inventors, a genius to help the humans-” “they will come to it in their own time. it is still too early now.” artemis kept her lips sealed, knowing.  (apollo, later, accusing WHY DID YOU SAY NOTHING WITH YOUR HELP THEY WOULD HAVE BEEN OUTNUMBERED YOU MURDERED HIM) “let him fall.” and the slow motion stopped. and time sped up and icarus slapped the oceans surface, still burning, barely a ripple disturbing the mirror-stillness. (apollo, later, sobbing IT’S MY FAULT I WANTED HIM TOO MUCH I KILLED HIM IT WAS ME IT WAS ME IT WAS ME)