[He nods as if in understanding, but for what it is not entirely clear.]

For the Trojan princess who foresaw the city's topple and immolation but nobody would believe her. Even her father, old King Priam, thought she was mad. That was Apollo's curse, that nobody would listen to her predictions and so she alone would be burdened with despair for what hadn't even happened yet.

[As he speaks, he whisks faster ever have a sister no but they're all bitches a curse on us it's not our fault is it our fault breaking up the egg yolks until they meld together in one viscous entity.]