"Have you regained your heart?"
The question Hyperion asked made Hades chuckle softly, as though it was something far more amusing than it should have been. If anyone else had been asked the same thing, they would have frozen in confusion. After all, everyone was born with a heart, and to ask such a question, as if it had once been lost, would have sounded nothing short of absurd.
But Hades didn't question it.
Because he was born without one.
He simply lifted his head toward his tutor, his smile blooming radiantly, "Would you like to guess?"
Hyperion let out at his playful retort that answered nothing. Then she stared at his face, as if he was staring into something underneath, more than his expression, more than the light his gaze held. As Hyperion noticed something in Hades, his faint warmth in his expression slowly faded, replaced by something heavier, something dimmer.
"So you haven't," he concluded.
