“There’s not exactly no Hythlodaeus,” Hythlodaeus said from the doorway, sipping tea.

Hades looked up at him warily. “Sorry, I... often Create simulcrums when I get lonely.”

“I’m more of a shade at this point, don’t you think? I’m nothing like the inhabitants of that city you have stashed away under the ocean,” said Hythlodaeus.

“This is a lot to process,” Hades said with his eyes downcast, hoping Prometheus wouldn’t pick at that too much. “I would have preferred to tell you at a more digestible pace, but of all the fools to survive the apocalypse, it had to include Lahabrea. Stupid bastard.”