The conversation was not a particularly odd one, in Hades' mind. The God of the Dead often spoke to the shades within the Underworld, though he normally kept to those who were not being punished for eternity. Those within Elysium were often far more willing to speak with him, particularly the philosophers who had come there. However, they could begin to work upon his nerves if he did so for too long. For the most part, it was not their fault. Elysium was simply a place he disliked, as his eyes were not blind to its true form. Those outside of it often offered far more interesting conversation. Due to their different states, their personalities were often different and offered far different types of conversations.
Though, he supposed that this conversation reminded him more of his youth. He knew that others, Zeus in particular, considered him an...odd- he was being kind, he knew, as Zeus' words had never been as kind as that- king. He had never taken to spreading fear or his power as a way of establishing that he was now the God of the Underworld. Instead, he had worked with those who had lived within it, recognizing that many of those within it were older than himself. It would not do to create a kingdom where those within were likely to either disrespect or cast their loyalty to others because you had not respected them. Respect, he had believed, was the best way to gain the love of one's people.
After all, Uranus and Cronus had suffered for treating those underneath them as lower and they had both lost the throne as a result. Cronus might have lost his life as Uranus had had anyone known how to kill the Titan God.
"For the most part, yes," he agreed. Afterlives all worked differently, he knew. While the Underworld worked with a system that was organized, only a shadow of the prison it had been before, not all afterlives possessed a system that revolved around punishment and reward. Sometimes, tyrants were added to the collective and were neither rewarded or punished.
His lips quirked at her words and he found a slight admiration for her confidence. After all, such was a trait that he had always admired. It was one that his wife possessed and that he knew he lacked to a degree. Only when his role as king came into play or his anger burned did such a trait present itself. "Then you are part way there," he said. He somewhat doubted that Eurydice pitied the living. After all, she might have been different from many of the other shades, something that he imagined came from her station and experiences, but it was unlikely that she had come to understand the living. The living...there were few among the dead who truly understood them.
"Though, the past rarely is satisfactory. Even among those who do not regret, there is something that could have always been done or changed." This he knew well from experience. However, he could not say if he was a man who was captured by his past. Perhaps he was, for he was unable to even murmur the word father in association to Cronus, far too haunted by the man's honesty from the last time he had done so.
Best to not focus on that, he thought to himself. He did wish to tell Eurydice that, thinking that the shade could use such advice. However, he doubted that would get him anywhere. It was within the nature of most shades to dwell upon the past. Besides, why would she wish for such advice from such a hypocritical and poor man as himself?
Everything he loved slipped through his fingers at some point, after all.
He noticed a brief change in the shade's countenance, but it did not last long enough for the deity to know if he was merely seeing things. A trick of light, he might have claimed, had the Underworld much light to begin with. However, the light of Elysium could not be seen. As such, the only light that could be offered to them was the glow of the river beside him.
"Yes, I sup-"
The Lord of the Underworld had shifted, planning to move backwards. However, he had forgotten that all lay behind him was the river Lethe. With an almost comical look, the deity fell into the water.
Immediately, his hands went to his mouth. While he technically did not need air- if anything, he required water vapor- swallowing the water of this river would be a horrific thing. However, a terrible thought entered his mind. Is it not inevitable that such a thing will happen? He had never learned to swim when he had been young. It had been impossible. He had been stolen from Rhea when he had been young and locked away. Cronus had never held interest in teaching him such things. After all, why should he? He had been more concerned that Hades would be the one who might steal his throne. It was a miracle that the deity tended to remember that the godling required nutrition.
He was going to drown. However, it would not be the kindest of drownings. No, this river was meant to make shades who entered the Underworld forget their entire pasts. He would drown without recalling the most simple of things.
He gasped, in need of air. However, there was only water to be found and he found himself swallowing it before he could attempt to shift into his true form.
I...don't want...to forget. It was a peculiar thought as he had been thinking not long ago about how nice it would be to forget. However, now that his thoughts were becoming a reality he found him wanting anything but it. In a moment of desperation, he used his telepathy to erect walls to shut off parts of his mind. He could not protect his memories of the past completely, but he could...
His vision began to blur around the edges and his form began to flicker, as his focus was no longer concentrated upon the magic it took to keep a human form.