Hades made a soft rumbling in turn. Even if he wasn't a dragon, truly, there was the instinct to connect and be understood, fully. Even by the man who knew his soul better than most anyone else. Which... Also made his heart sank. Was he really going to be able to justify the rejoining to Prometheus? To someone who had so much empathy for those lower beings that emerged when they paid the price to fix the world? They were unworthy of him, he wished he could make him know that.

And didn't he already, in a way, suspect it? The Ishgardians were cruel and small-minded. They destroyed the peace and then pretended that it was all the doing of the evil dragons. What shit. Hades found that he barely had to try to manipulate them to kill and destroy one another.

"How long? I hope I won't need to carry you," even if he was perfectly capable of doing so. He could easily make himself a dragon three times his current size and just ferry him. But at that point, they may as well teleport...

But the point was to amuse Prometheus...

Hades remembered something. He turned to the simulacrum, unthinkingly too used to treating it like the emotional blow up doll that it was. "You'll be fine, Hythlodaeus?"

"Of course!" he chirped. "I can always entertain myself. I haven't even read everything you've brought me."