He hesitates. He can well remember the horror in Hythlodaeus' eyes that night on the beach, when he stood amongst a heap of corpses dead by his hand.

"If I did, it would be to try and stop both sides." Hades kisses his friend again. Then pulls away briefly to reach for an item in his pocket.

"Now that we have a place of our own, I think it is time I gave you this."

It's a small, velvet box. Inside is a copy of the earring he wears, made by Felih several moons ago.