"Hades?" He suddenly looks hopeful- and then he chastises himself. If Emet-Selch were here he would know. He looked for his soul first of all.

"Ah- my apologies. My dearest friend shares a name with him."

Hythlodaeus meekly brushes some of his hair out of his face as he considers her words, a little embarrassed for daring to hope that he wasn't alone here. "Is he from your world? Or another? Either way, I am glad you have him."

Now if only he had his Hades...