[He's about to grouse about the hand running through his hair, but then Hythlodaeus has to say that. While not verbatim of what he said to Dirk, it sure is close enough. It gives him obvious pause, and his mouth pulls into a thin, flat line.
Why does everything have to be so complicated all the time? Well, he knows why, but that small somewhat petulant part of him that never quite died over the span of eons still questions with reckless futility.
He doesn't look at Hythlodaeus, nor push his hand away.]
...Very well. If that is your wish.
[Which feels loaded, because for all he knows it isn't what Hythlodaeus wishes at all, but what Hades himself does....because he created him. Whatever he was feeling at the time, whatever thought or emotion was at play, Hythlodaeus was formed around it.
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Why does everything have to be so complicated all the time? Well, he knows why, but that small somewhat petulant part of him that never quite died over the span of eons still questions with reckless futility.
He doesn't look at Hythlodaeus, nor push his hand away.]
...Very well. If that is your wish.
[Which feels loaded, because for all he knows it isn't what Hythlodaeus wishes at all, but what Hades himself does....because he created him. Whatever he was feeling at the time, whatever thought or emotion was at play, Hythlodaeus was formed around it.
What a terrible thing he has done.]