...just like most. What does the suffering of one matter as long as the job gets done? One life for one world they say.

[She's starting to feel that despair again, her aether retreating into herself as she feels his fingers twitch. Whether it is from her or the memory of Moebius, she can't help but wonder if there's something she's said wrong. Or maybe...just maybe...Hades shakes because of concern. Of care. When was the last time she had someone hold her and tell her that everything will be okay? She can't help but cast her eyes downwards, almost in shame.]

If I tell them what I've been hiding...they'll see me as a weapon. Force me to find a way to call it out and use it and...I can't.