The sudden, casual admission that he was wanted caught Apollo by surprise. It made him smile, and he couldn't stop himself from glowing for just a moment.

"Always nice to hear," he said — and upon realizing that was five syllables, decided to keep rolling with it. "But a dad should help his son, not halt his progress."

Nailed it!

"Maybe we can work backwards. Let's try this." Apollo plucked the syringe back, concentrating on it for a moment before another disease began to bubble and ooze inside of it. This time, he conjured something distinct, instead of the million different sinus and lung infections out there. This curse was a sickly pale yellow and looked more grainy than the flu had. Human papilloma virus — Apollo had spread warts to the hands, faces, and... other areas of many humans with this little number.

He handed the syringe back to Will again. "See if you can identify what this is, and if you get any emotions from it."

Apollo had never associated diseases with specific emotions like that, so this would be an interesting experiment.