Hades has just made perhaps the single nicest gift that anyone's given him since he can remember. Era had given him clothes and much more beside, but this is different. The amount of thought, the amount of aether, the fact he did his best to pull back the sands of time in his mind to make as close to an approximation of its former glory as possible. It acknowledges what he's been through, what his world has been through. Does he know how his friends sacrificed themselves to stop the Flood?

"You captured it; I almost cried upon the sight of it," Ardbert tells him without shame. "It reminded me of the first time I saw it when I was still a boy. We got there early in the day for a festival, the sun just about ready to rise when we first saw it."

His hometown had been on the edge of the kingdom. Ardbert isn't sure how Hades knew, or guessed correctly, but he's too afraid to ask. You don't look a gift Amaro in the mouth. This has already made him too full of emotion already.

"It's beautiful."