He could see the shade... [He eyes grow teary as he glances away.] His sight was always keener than mine, I suppose.

[Hades’ hands wind into his hair, grabbing for a moment before falling to his sides, heavy. ]

I didn’t know he was there. I would have... liked to speak with him. [Even if he wasn’t strictly real. ] I... Be more specific. What did he say about me? About you? God, is he still there?