[Hades remains silent as Hythlodaeus explains, tending to the food as the timer nearly goes off (he stops it before then), situating it on the counter to be divvied up. He stops himself at Hythlodaeus' request for a larger slice, aiming at first to cut it all equally, but obliges the request. Still he remains silent as he brings them their plates, mulling the information over in his mind.

The soul stones... Elidibus... The "hero"...

Wearing a distanced and thoughtful expression on his face as he pours them both a glass of Pomeg Berry juice, he finally settles himself down at the table. It's then that he seems to snap out of his deeper thinking, realizing once more that he exists not in a vacuum, leveling a curious, yet slightly amused expression at Hythlodaeus.]

...Well, I know not what you expect from a mortal that cannot remember his own name, let alone his rightful title. But then again, I do suppose that is scarcely his fault.

[Lifting his fork, he cuts out a politely sized piece of the pie, pausing before bringing it to his lips.]

—wait, do you mean to tell me he did not find them on his own? That you had to—

[Closing his eyes for a moment, he lowers his fork and with his free hand he pinches the bridge of his now.]

...perhaps it is my fault for assuming he might be more curious of the city I erected for himself and I—that he might explore the capitol building upon felling me.

[Lowering his hand, he looks at Hythlodaeus with a tired, if not appreciative expression.]

I suppose I should thank you for yet again bequeathing him with the very tools he needed to complete his task.