"Shattered..." Prometheus didn't seem too shocked, if anything he seemed grimly resigned. He had already suspected that, considering the state the Lifestream had been in, and his own, quiet investigation into the thumping soul of the planet that only he could truly hear.

"Hades," he paused, gathering his thoughts, "You know, I did a lot of research into the Lifestream and the structure of our star before I... died. When a Planet is shattered to this extent, where souls are even impacted, you do realise that there's no foolproof way of rejoining the broken parts, right?" Prometheus huffed out a morbidly amused noise, "Not unless you trigger the Lifestream's survival instincts to contract by causing a massive influx souls into it, but you'd have to get to like, genocide... levels..."

There was a very long pause, where Prometheus finally realised. Making world whole again -> end all misery and suffering -> Hades's disdain for the mortal races -> helped a country become a mighty military force -> a planet's shards can only be rejoined when the stretched thin Lifestream felt threatened, and contracted them closer when it sensed mass death occurring -> the fact there was evidence in the Lifestream of these contractions, ones Prometheus assumed to be natural disasters -> oh Hades you haven't.

"...ah," he finally said, stunned at his own revelation.