...okay, out of all the reactions Prometheus had expected, Hades bursting into tears hadn't even remotely made it onto the list.

"H-Hades?" Prometheus stammered, too surprised to do anything at first before he lifted his wind enough to curiously nudge at Hades with his snout. He cautiously reached out with his soul, tentatively trying to soothe all the bubbling guiltdespairguiltgrief just flowing from Hades like water spilling through a cracked jug.

Had Prometheus accidentally triggered some bad memories of Amaurot's Fall? In fact, Prometheus never asked how Metis had... passed. He, shit, he was a moron-

"Hey, hey, shh, Hades, c'mon," he crooned, "I'm supposed to be the crybaby, not you."