The silence is more than telling enough, and Hythlodaeus feels his stomach sink. That... can't be true. It cannot be. He believes it so strongly; how can it be otherwise? How can people truly simply decide to slaughter one another?

The kiss at least serves to distract Hythlodaeus slightly from the grim thoughts, a small measure of comfort. He kisses back gently, his fingers stroking through the hair at Hades's temples.

"...Would you take part in it?"