His hand worked at his side, fingers curling in and gripping tight. Damn it. She was just as beautiful as he remembered her, even trying to tell him she was someone else entirely. He'd tried to ignore Finn's sorrowful glance at her, tried to pretend that he hadn't noticed that flicker of disappointment in Rey's face.

Damn it.

If she rejected them now--

But he was already moving, letting out a hard breath and stepping over until he could flop down beside Rey. Flanked by the two faces of Hades, in the garden of the dead.

"I don't care how different you are," He said, his voice low and rough. "You're still you. You're still Rey. Hearts don't change that much, even over millenia."