Prometheus made a frustrated noise, saying nothing for a long moment. Aza was fussing in Hades's arms, and he didn't want to make it worse by yelling at Hades until sense started sinking in through that thick skull of his. Ugh, Hades always did become stupidly stubborn once he got an idea in his head...

"Everything dies, eventually," Prometheus finally said, calmer, "Even this star. It's a natural course of life, and the longer you struggle against it, the more misery you're just making for everyone else."

He lowered himself onto his belly again, feeling thoroughly exhausted, "Remember what Metis said? 'Always be ready for change'. For good or ill, we have to accept it. You've... done the exact opposite of that. 'To end the suffering', what suffering? The people on the Steppe are content and happy! Their culture is different, more violent, yeah, but that's how they are, and I wouldn't want them to change at all! It's not like death is such a painful thing, anyways. You reincarnate eventually and start again. Like nature intended."