[ Orpheus sits back, still holding her, but with enough space between them that he can watch her expression as he listens, worry and fear creeping back in. She left him. She took Lord Hades's offer - of a job, of security, and left him behind.

For a brief moment, he feels a flash of hurt and betrayal, because how could she? How could she just choose to go? But then he remembers what Mister Hermes said to him, and it all collapses in on itself.

She called your name before she went, but... I guess you weren't listening. ]

No. [ He shakes his head, heartbroken and crushed and guilty. ] This is - if I'd finished the song sooner, or if I'd been there for you through the winter - if I'd been better, you never would have had to choose. I promised you. I promised that I'd fix things, that I'd be there, and I didn't, I wasn't.