“Three of us survived with our souls intact. We have been able to revive others, slowly, when we find shards of their souls. That’s how Lahabrea found you. I built a lamp that could detect our people.” Hades pressed his thumbs into Prometheus’ hands.

“And they never have memories,” Hades added. “Well, until we give them their powers and shape back.”

Hades blinked away the mist from his eyes. He’d had so long to cry about it already. Even if it always hurt. “It’s so good to see your face again,” he said, moving to hold his face level to stare into his eyes.