[Third Person's POV]
[Location: Palace of Hades, Underworld]
Sigh~
"You really put a lot of effort into this speech for being the Satan of 'Sloth'," Hades sighs while emphasising Sloth much harder.
"…you're already this pitiable for a god," Acedia continued lazily, finishing his thought as if Hades hadn't interrupted him at all, "that explaining things properly felt like the least amount of effort I could get away with."
Hades stared at him.
Long.
Hard.
The kind of stare that had ended civilizations not through wrath, but through quiet administrative decisions.
"…I will pretend," Hades said slowly, "that you did not just finish that sentence."
Acedia shrugged. "Pretending is efficient."
"It is also how disasters incubate."
"Exactly my point."
Silence fell again—thick, deliberate, and heavy with implications neither of them particularly enjoyed.
