"I didn't realise something like this could truly exist down here," He admitted, his voice a little rough. He didn't qualify his earlier statement. Didn't hedge it. The tree was incredible, and if he didn't feel quite so guilty about forcing her to be here, maybe he could have said more about it. As it was...

"It is my colour," he agreed, his voice low. "I am the Fire of Hades. Finn is the Balm. I judge the wicked, he soothes the virtuous. That's how it's always been."

It's a poor attempt at an explanation, of sorts. A not-quite apology. He hadn't meant to turn the fire on her, but he fully intended to turn it on Demeter.

"I hope he finds comfort from it, for a long time." Even with the orange leaves, he still couldn't quite believe that anything about this beautiful thing was for him.