Hades took a deep breath and sighed. So that’s how it was. Well, Prom had died a sort of death there, in Xerora. He hadn’t been the same since. He’d been wounded, they couldn’t see eye to eye... everything else had been ugly. Hades closed his eyes, willing away the visceral nausea and anger and fear and sadness and betrayal as he took in a deep, deep breath and willed the memory of that day from the surface. He would never forget it or be able to truly put it out of his mind, having relived it so often....

Thank Zodiark for this small blessing, that his beloved could not remember the second most terrible moment—

“You should have never gone... You did die,” Hades said, guarding his tone. “And it was terrible. You were... well, what happened was...” Hades stopped. He didn’t need to ruin this. “You don’t need to know. It’s bad enough that I know. I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”