Hades sighed, sat down next to Prometheus, and took his hands. His eyelashes were dewy, his eyes downcast as he chewed his lip. “Some of our buildings still stand, but the streets are empty. And it is far away. So far that I would be unable to take you there in your current body— Well. Maybe. Dragons are more durable...”

Hades chewed his lip, removing one of his hands just to wipe away the tears.

“But we’re working on it,” Hades said cryptically with a weary sigh. “We have been... for thousands of years. We’re making progress, but it’s so slow with so few of us.”