Hades feels his stomach drop but does not respond. Perhaps it had been a cruel and sad thing to do, but he hadn't cared then. The man had simply been a pawn to use in a long-term game - a pawn who would rise far above their station and lead a nation to war. After all, with their incomplete soul, they weren't much better than any of the other living creatures populating the star. The mortal races never raised a fuss when those were killed. The best Hades can do is grant them dignity in death, for he sees no point in being needlessly cruel.

Eventually, he releases Hythlodaeus' hand and shoves both his own in his pockets. The contented glow from earlier fades, leaving him with the chill of the winter day.

Honestly, the heavy silence speaks more than words ever can.