Scooting closer, Hythlodaeus leans against Emet-Selch with a small sigh. This is nice, just the two of them, even if it's apparently in a world that isn't their own. But even if he cannot see Hades' soul, he knows in his heart that the man he's sitting with is his dearest friend. Even if he looks different.

"And I recall yours just as clearly." A deep and vibrant purple- Hythlodaeus is rather fond of purple now simply because of it.

"What world is this, if not our own?" He doesn't know if Emet-Selch knows the answer to that question or not, but it's worth asking.