"It would have worked better if you were touching it," he said with a frown. But at least it wasn't bleeding anymore, and he could always go to Hythlodaeus to finish it up. Wherever that bastard was right now. He was supposed to keep Prometheus out of his hair for a single hour.

"What are you, an amateur?" Hades wasn't going to act grateful, even if he was a little grateful. This was Prometheus' fault, after all.

"Ugh, scabs..." at least he could pull up his pants... Which he had bled on as well. At least he had a robe to go over all of that. Hades looked at his hands, covered in blood, and got up to just wash them. He could dissipate it, but he really... needed to feel a little cleaner.

"So... What was it that you saw fit to injure me to tell me about?"