You were the one who said his name first, but I get you don't want to talk about this, especially with me. I'm probably the person you least want to see right now, especially after I snapped at you like that.

[There's a tension in his shoulders that dissipates when she mentions her Hades not being anything like his.] Good. Then perhaps he can actually admit when he was wrong, and apologize to you. [He wants to say more, so much more, but... well, this Persephone shouldn't have to bear the burdensome weight of his father's relationship with him. Even his own mother probably shouldn't, as much as they end up talking about him during their little chats.]

Sure, you can show me around. [He shuffles backwards just enough to stand up, hauling his huge sword and the bag he's been given with him.] By any chance do you have enough cloth to make a chiton from? Nothing fancy, I just... don't think this is going to work. [He glances back down at his charred clothes, or what's left of them.] Whoever put me in this clearly didn't pay attention.