Prometheus made a soft noise of awe when the Dawn Throne came into view, a massive structure looming in the faint haze of late morning. The Azim Steppe truly was beautiful, Prometheus thought, giving Hades's waist a small squeeze. He had hoped for days like this, back in Amaurot, where he could drag Hades out on his adventures and explore the world with him... but, of course, Emet-Selch had been busy managing his office, and hadn't been interested in such things...

But it was different now, by horrible, permanent circumstances. Prometheus pushed the gloomy thought aside - enough of that! He was here to enjoy his time with Hades!

"They fight over that every year? But... a year's barely any time to make yourself at home!" Prometheus said, his sense of time skewed by his own longevity. A year was hardly any time at all! "They're always in such a rush, these humans..."