Even if he did not immediately recognize the figure, there is no mistaking that voice. Hythlodaeus knows it too well, even if it's twisted by fury and gloating madness right now. And for better or for worse, that realization takes up too much space in Hythlodaeus's mind for him to understand what else Hades might be saying. This... this can't be true, after all. He must still be caught up in a nightmare. This can't really be his friend, his bonded trying to kill someone and laughing about it. It can't...

"No, no, no, no no, no, no," he half-whispers in panic as he finally manages to force himself to move, struggling through the bodies of the frightened onlookers. Hythlodaeus still has no idea what he can do here, but he can't... he can't just stand there. Even if this is all just a dream, he can't stand by and do nothing.

"Hades!"

Hythlodaeus calls out the name once he's out on the open space, voice full of confusion and fear and concern, and rushes forward--

--tries to rush forward, but it feels like his whole body is paralyzed once he sees who the victim is. He remembers their face and voice as well, those that haunt his dreams and reality whenever he's alone, whenever his focus slips. The terror is plain on his face and in the shaking of his hands as Hythlodaeus presses them over his mouth, slowly trying to back away.

"N-No... no..."

The words come out as a whisper, Hythlodaeus's intent of stopping Hades forgotten as the fear seizes him, mind and body.