"We are not the same."
Standing in the sky of the Underworld, not a single drop of blood flowed from Hades' severed arm.
It was as if that limb had never existed, some terrible power prevented the regeneration of Hades' divine body, delaying his recovery to his original form.
But in that moment, Hades disregarded his own physical incompleteness and the pain feedback from his godhood, and looked directly into the eyes of the Outsider, despite the mountainous and oceanic pressure.
Devoid of any emotion... In the Outsider's gaze, Hades saw not a hint of regard for life. It was as if he wasn't seeing another deity, but an object, a lifeless thing.
Even inferior to how a deity might view a mortal... Hades didn't know that, even if his own 'divinity' hadn't reached the point of cold indifference to all beings, Laine couldn't possibly harbor any emotion for an entity in a false world. He simply took it as a sign of the Outsider's resolute intent.
