The one whose soul is the same hue, but brightness comparable with Solus's doesn't seem to be actually startled by the voice speaking this close - his Sight is already open to try to peer after the one who left - but neither does he spin about immediately to face what he can only reason is a... reflection of him.

Something that should not be possible - then again, this entire place and himself being here should not be possible either. With that reminder to himself, it is slightly less disconcerting.

"Well now. This is quite the surprise."

He turns to face the fraction of himself, only to have to look slightly up to meet his gaze. Even so, the too-bright purple eyes are curious and gentle, rather than anything else - the latter even more so when he reads the confusion. And, since he has not encountered Hades yet, he makes absolutely no connection with anyone else.

"My name is Hythodaeus. With whom do I have the pleasure with speaking?"