[Hythlodaeus is tense, at first - uncertain what will be said, wary of trusting anyone and anything. But it... helps. His mind has been running in circles, guilt and self-hatred and desperate need for an answer as to why all weighing brutally on him. And it's hard to remember that he's a person, not a thing, that caring for him is not a burden on others.

He closes his eyes halfways through Hades's words, tears welling up. Though it's been such a short time, he's already so starved for comfort.]

...Of course I don't want them to hide anything from me... I think--I think Lily tries, and I cannot bear it... I want--I want them to be happy, genuinely, I want them to be safe, I want... I want this to never have happened...

[He digs his fingers into the plush of the carpet, crying more openly now.]

Why am I so weak, Hades?.. Why am I such a fool?