Hythlodaeus considered his words before he spoke, simply smoothing his hands over Prometheus’ broad back. “I said t before but I don’t know if it sunk in, Prometheus. You and I are shards. Our souls have been shattered. Hades... Hades is whole. Do you understand the implications of that?”

Every time Hythlodaeus went searching in his memory it felt like he was drowning. He saw pieces of Hades’ memories, some ten thousand years of irrelevant nonsense playing house to weakly hold together his friends’ crumbling sanity.