I decided that it would do me good if I didn’t allow myself to get caught up in whatever it was that was going on in Cerberus’ head. He had proven to me, time and time again, that whatever it was that he was thinking about, couldn’t be something bad, due to the fact that he seemed to be more than willing to come to my rescue when it was needed for him to do so.
I had closed my eyes again, because truthfully, pretending that I wasn’t slowly but surely losing my mind, was taking its’ toll on me. I didn’t like it. Not even in the slightest, and I believe that the reason why this was all having this particular effect on me, was because I hadn’t been able to see Hades yet.
Maybe I was wrong, but I doubted it.
After all, I was in the Underworld, and the one person who would have brought me
