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Thanatos shrugged. “It is a balance. We all understand that. Hades cannot save every soul and not every soul wants to be saved.”

She was quiet for a long moment. She realized now that she hadn’t really been listening to Hades at all. He had told her before that the Fates were involved in his decision-making, and that it was a balance—a give and take. Yet, she hadn’t thought twice about his words.

She hadn’t thought about a lot of things.

But that didn’t change the fact that he could offer mortals a better path to overcome their struggles. What it did mean, was that Hades’ intentions were far nobler than anything Persephone had given him credit for.

“Why didn’t he tell me?” she asked, suddenly angry.

Why did he let her think those horrible things about him? Did he want her to hate him?

Thanatos kept smiling. “Lord Hades is not in the habit of trying to convince the world he is a good god.”

You are the worst sort of god, she’d told him.

Her chest tightened at the memory of the words. She could not reconcile her feelings. While she was relieved Hades was not as monstrous or uncaring as she first believed, why had he drawn her into a contract? What did he see when he looked at her?

Thanatos offered his arm to Persephone, and she accepted. They strolled through the field. Unlike Asphodel, the souls here were quiet and content to be alone. It didn’t even seem like they realized two gods walked among them.

“Do they speak?” she asked.

“Yes, but souls who reside in Elysium must drink from the Lethe. They cannot have memories from their time in the Upperworld if they are to reincarnate.”

“How can they heal if they do not possess memory?”

“No soul has ever healed by dwelling on the past,” Thanatos answered.

“When do they reincarnate?”

“When they heal.”

“And how long does it take for them to heal?”

“It varies...months, years, decades, but there is no rush,” Thanatos answered. “All we have is time.”

She supposed that was true of all souls—living or dead.

“There are a few souls who will incarnate within the week,” Thanatos said. “I believe the souls in Asphodel are planning a celebration. You should join them.”

“What about you?” Persephone asked.

He offered a small laugh. “I do not think the souls wish to have their reaper join them for a celebration.”

“How do you know?”

Thanatos opened his mouth, and then admitted, “I suppose I don’t.”

“I think you should go. We all should, even Hades.”

Thanatos looked thoroughly amused. “You can count on my presence, my lady, though, I cannot speak for Lord Hades.”

They walked a little while in silence, and then Persephone said, “Hades does so much for his souls...except...live alongside them.”

Thanatos did not answer immediately, and Persephone paused, facing the God of the Dead.

“When Asphodel celebrated him, he told me he did not go because he wasn’t worthy of their celebration. Why?”

“Lord Hades carries many burdens, as we all do. The heaviest of them is regret.”


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