Felih's heart breaks further, and more tears roll down his cheeks as he hears the confession. He knows, he's known, but it hurts, seeing someone he so dearly loves so hopeless and miserable, trapped in this immortality and limbo with no escape, and no hope of joy or new purpose.

He can only crawl forward and try to hug him tight, tail curling around him as he kisses his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, dearest," he whispers, ears pinned against his hair. "I'm so sorry." He is a sundered, pathetic wisp of the one Hades loved. He can do nothing to inspire joy or hope in him, and he feels useless and helpless, but he does turn briefly to the phantom.

"Could you just leave?! He's had enough- he's dealing with enough without a shade making it worse!"