Hades looked at his hands in bewilderment for a moment, then seeming to remember everything, snapped his fingers, dressing Hythlodaeus.

“Except I seem to be... a shard, hm?” Hythlodaeus pinched the bridge of his nose as he gazed at his own pallid soul. He looked to Hades and bit his lip. “You didn’t shatter,” Hythlodaeus said with confusion. “Why do you have horns?”

“...A lot has happened,” Hades said, still trying to believe it himself.