Right. Aza. Aza was a peculiar newborn. He had to be careful about what he said here.

Hades squeezed his eyes shut, taking breaths to calm himself and his aether. After he opened them he drew his hands slowly through Aza’s fur and reconsidered his tone and his words. He had a do-over with Prometheus, a chance of a lifetime. Several lifetimes. Was he really tough to fuck it up being flippant and dramatic?

“We will discuss this later,” Hades said softly. “And I will make any amends that I can.”