Hades Black confused me. When he promised to make me feel the consequences of my actions, he was extra-ordinary concerned for me. He promised to make my life a living hell; he promised to show me what kind of criminal he was to me. But he was there, boiling water for me so that I could take a hot bath. He was boiling water for me so that I didn't get sick after getting soaked in the rain.
This was contrary to what he had promised me. Maybe he is bipolar. He can feel and express tonnes of emotions in a period of just a few seconds. So when he placed the bucket of hot water in the bathroom, my heart started beating unusually fast. I wanted to thank him. Not just for keeping the bucket full of hot water inside the bathroom, without me requesting it, but also for saving the life of my father
