"Good question." Apollo finally takes a sip of his drink, using that time to gather his thoughts. How should he explain this...

"Every prophecy I make comes true," he finally settled on saying. "That's my best guess, anyway. I predicted that we would have a war with the giants, and well... if it weren't for our kids... well. We would've lost. Been defeated, lost our thrones, the whole nine yards. Zeus decided it was my fault, and therefore, this was my punishment."