Perhaps in another context he might have made a joke or two about having two Hadeses in his life, but once again Hythlodaeus only feels a pang of sadness. "Need"? That, too, is such a... mortal view, that people can be not needed - as though it's possible to measure one's worth like that.

"Hades... Each life is precious and needed, as you know full well. Pray do not be so quick to dismiss yourself.

And 'tis not only as a lover that I care for you, lest you decide to corner yourself into some manner of romantic rivalry with your younger self. You are my friend and someone who has toiled for twelve millennia for me and all of our brethren. Your existence is worth more than merely my romantic feelings for you."