When Hades stepped into my room again, he seemed to be significantly calmer than he had been before, although I could still see the shadow of irritation on his features. There was almost nothing that could have prepared me for the reaction that he had had to what I had told him, but I had already come to terms with it. I could take no responsibility for what he had done when he had left, and therefore, I was not going to feel guilty for it. If I had deliberately set out to have him go after Ares, then by all means, the fault was mine. But I hadn't.
Even though it was a true concern of mine, I knew that Hades would not have done something that would have gotten himself into trouble - meaning that he wouldn't have injured Ares to the point where he was dead. That much I was sure of. I had
