There's barely enough time for the words to register, but they do. So... Hades planned for this. And the sleeping potions were not just there to soothe Hythlodaeus's nightmares. Dimly, some part of Hythlodaeus wonders at just how much his friend's talent for planning ahead has grown, but the rest of him is numbed by the realization that this was done with intent. To think that Hades would want to do this, that it's not merely a flash of anger that he's prone to now...
Impossible, his mind whispers. Even with the evidence so plain before him, Hythlodaeus simply cannot fathom the thought that his friend would willingly engage in such cruelty. He stares at Hades in incomprehension, eyes searching the other man's face for... for any clue, any answer as to why he would do this. Killing this fae would not achieve anything, and the manner in which it was done only further emphasized the pointlessness of it. Was it--was it really because Hades wanted to make them suffer?
That thought feels like a blade stabbing through Hythlodaeus, taking away his breath as he gives a choked half-gasp, half-sob, reaching out with trembling fingers towards his... his friend. He wants to hope that they are still that, that Hades is still someone he knows--
But the moment of suspension is shattered when the man suddenly doubles over, blood seeping through his clothes, injuries appearing everywhere - and they bring a new kind of terror with them, a realization that Hythlodaeus might lose his friend not just spiritually, but physically as well.
"Hades!" His voice is a frantic scream as Hythlodaeus tries to move forward, panic and fear spreading through him like a wildfire; he can't, he can't, he can't lose him, he doesn't want to be alone, he doesn't want to know what it's like to watch someone you love die. "No, no, no, no, no, Hades, no--!!"
Someone grabs Hythlodaeus by the arm, pulling him up as others cluster around Hades, weapons drawn. Hythlodaeus does not notice, trying to struggle out of the grasp, still screaming - incomprehensible at this point, losing words and sense, merely anguish and terror given voice. The person holding him is shouting something, but he's not in a state to understand, eyes locked to Hades even as his own vision blurs with tears and fades as they're both dragged away from each other.
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There's barely enough time for the words to register, but they do. So... Hades planned for this. And the sleeping potions were not just there to soothe Hythlodaeus's nightmares. Dimly, some part of Hythlodaeus wonders at just how much his friend's talent for planning ahead has grown, but the rest of him is numbed by the realization that this was done with intent. To think that Hades would want to do this, that it's not merely a flash of anger that he's prone to now...
Impossible, his mind whispers. Even with the evidence so plain before him, Hythlodaeus simply cannot fathom the thought that his friend would willingly engage in such cruelty. He stares at Hades in incomprehension, eyes searching the other man's face for... for any clue, any answer as to why he would do this. Killing this fae would not achieve anything, and the manner in which it was done only further emphasized the pointlessness of it. Was it--was it really because Hades wanted to make them suffer?
That thought feels like a blade stabbing through Hythlodaeus, taking away his breath as he gives a choked half-gasp, half-sob, reaching out with trembling fingers towards his... his friend. He wants to hope that they are still that, that Hades is still someone he knows--
But the moment of suspension is shattered when the man suddenly doubles over, blood seeping through his clothes, injuries appearing everywhere - and they bring a new kind of terror with them, a realization that Hythlodaeus might lose his friend not just spiritually, but physically as well.
"Hades!" His voice is a frantic scream as Hythlodaeus tries to move forward, panic and fear spreading through him like a wildfire; he can't, he can't, he can't lose him, he doesn't want to be alone, he doesn't want to know what it's like to watch someone you love die. "No, no, no, no, no, Hades, no--!!"
Someone grabs Hythlodaeus by the arm, pulling him up as others cluster around Hades, weapons drawn. Hythlodaeus does not notice, trying to struggle out of the grasp, still screaming - incomprehensible at this point, losing words and sense, merely anguish and terror given voice. The person holding him is shouting something, but he's not in a state to understand, eyes locked to Hades even as his own vision blurs with tears and fades as they're both dragged away from each other.