Prometheus jumped when Hythlodaeus's voice cut in abruptly, and his heart leapt with a hopeful kind of joy- that immediately crash landed viciously when he looked over to see just a simulacrum. Not the real thing, no matter how close to the original Hades made it.

"..." Prometheus slowly looked away from fake-Hythlodaeus, a discomforting feeling wriggling in his belly at the implication. Hades was so lonely he was pretty much playing with dolls with the past? That was... extremely concerning. Prometheus wasn't exactly a paragon of mental health but even he could see a bright red warning flag there.

"I always said he was like a cockroach," Prometheus muttered, finding it unfair that Lahabrea survived the apocalypse, but Hythlodaeus didn't. So unfair.

"Okay. Right, so, there's now four of us, technically, even if I can't do Creation magic anymore," Prometheus said briskly, finding comfort in having a Plan, or, knowing someone had a plan somewhere, "Our city's fucked, our entire civilisation is fucked, and I don't have the mental stamina to deal with this right now, so!"

He let go of Hades's hands to clap his own together, the sharp noise cutting through the sombre mood, "It's food time. I haven't eaten in a good few decades and, uh, I know this'll sound alarming but, I'm so hungry that I'm kinda getting the urge to eat you right now."

A dragon was a dragon, after all.