Reborn As Hades In Olympus

Chapter 98 - 98: Ch. 98: Yeah, Kinda Like A Sleepover

Ch. 98: Yeah, Kinda Like A Sleepover

The hot water of the shower streamed over my body, washing away the remnants of the day's turmoil. The light in the bathroom was brighter than the dim glow of the main room, creating a stark contrast that felt almost surreal. I sighed, letting the warmth envelop me like a comforting cocoon. Had I really been in here for an hour?

The thought brought a fleeting sense of guilt, but it was quickly washed away as I relished the moment.

After a while, I reached out and turned off the shower, the sudden silence allowing me to collect my thoughts. I grabbed the towel and began drying off, noticing the oversized white shirt and dark shorts she had left out for me at the corner of the room. "Hmph. I wonder whose these are," I muttered to myself. At least I found her, and she did still remembered me.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I found her hunched over her work table, fingers tapping away at her laptop relentlessly. I ran the towel through my damp hair, still adjusting to the refreshing sensation. "Do you ever stop working?" I asked, my voice light yet probing.

She didn't even look up at first, her fingers flying over the keys, but then she paused, hands freezing in place as she replied, "After I woke up, I tried to find out everything I could about the circle and Mr. Anonymous much earlier, but I have not come up with anything useful."

I stood in silence, studying her.

Finally, she raised her head, her gaze piercing. "Why did you come here today?"

There was a weight to her question, an undercurrent of emotion that made me hesitate. Talos was a logical person, and I could feel the careful construction of her thoughts as she sought something deeper in my response. With each passing moment, it became increasingly clear that her feelings were in flux, complicating the straightforward dynamics we once shared.

"I wanted to see if you were okay," I said simply, my voice steady and sincere.

I could hear her breathing grow heavy as she processed my words. "Is that so? You're not one for such sympathies. I guess you've changed."

I stepped closer, observing the subtle tremor in her hands just inches from the laptop. It was clear she was still shaken from the events of that day. "Like I said, I wanted to see if you were fine. It appears you still have a heavy mind."

A silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken words. Talos was hiding her face for a reason, and it tugged at my instinct to draw her out.

She began to speak in a questioning tone. "How was your first day back? You've always been good at hiding your true emotions, so I can't tell if you had it bad or worse than I did." There was a hint of sympathy in her voice, yet it felt tinged with something else—was it vulnerability?

"Look into my eyes; they don't lie," I replied, holding her gaze.

She laughed softly, but it was stiff, almost forced. "Your eyes never tell the truth either. All this new information, these new emotions… it's something even my genius has failed to comprehend. I wonder if it will hinder my judgment in future."

"It will," I said boldly, and the weight of my statement hung in the air between us.

"Yeah, I figured." She climbed out of her seat, her movements shaky as she approached me, her weak frame struggling against the emotional burden. "I usually solve a number of mysteries without feeling a thing, but now… my head is heavy. I think I'm going to lie down now."

I watched her walk past me, aiming for the bed. She seemed drained, as if the weight of the world rested on her shoulders. It stung to think that I couldn't alleviate her pain, but I was determined to be there for her.

"It hurts not just in my head," she said, collapsing onto the bed with a soft thud. She crawled under the blanket, her head sinking into the pillow, as if she could disappear into its softness.

What was I to do now? Talos was a person who didn't want to be ignored when she felt at her lowest. My presence here was to keep her company, even if she didn't acknowledge the comfort.

But then I noticed the laptop still glowing, a soft beacon in the dim light of the room. My curiosity piqued, I moved to the table and leaned over the screen. My eyes widened as I read through the file she had left open on Prometheus and humanity. Why was she re