[The tragedy of the mortal mind, that such important, heartfelt things can become faded and forgotten. Where as for Solus...for Hades, he remembers it all. Every excruciating detail, every feeling, sound, sight. All of it has been etched into his very soul.

So when the silence falls from Estinien's end, Solus likewise stays silent as his mind is transfixed on the past. Thinking on that time of death and fear, of all those lives lost. Of the destruction of Amaurot—of the sacrifices made. Of the sundering. With a grimace, he brings his hand up to his forehead, rubbing at it with his thumb and forefingers.

What a sorry pair they make, piteous and damaged. Burdened by the weight of being survivors, both tormented and traumatized by their duty to their lost loved ones. After a long moment, his gaze returns to Estinien, beholding him with an expression of empathy. His chest hurts worse in this moment than any of those kicks Steven had laid into him, a deep, raw ache that never quite goes away. But at times, it gets worse, and now is certainly one of those times.

Without thinking, for his mind is much too busy to do anything of the sort, he attempts to stand. It's a wobbly endeavor, one that does not instill confidence, but with the pain meds at work, he's able to do so. For the moment, at least.]

'Twould seem we both well know this misery, hm? While we may not be allies back on The Source, we are here—through truce and understanding.

Should you ever need for succor, know I shall provide it.