[Both Hades and Themis's quips bring another laugh to his lips. It warms him, chases away that pit in his stomach for a time. And even when it returns, it is lighter than it was before. Something that seems surmountable, if still terribly daunting.]

You are not wrong. And I truly am blessed for your presence--for both your presence. And the presence of still more. Though...

[He summons a small carafe of cream and a bowl of sugar with the wave of his hand and sets about to pouring himself a cup of coffee.]

Emet-Selch is somewhat closer to the mark with my worries, I confess--mayhap because 'tis a subject we have already discussed. Or... "touched on," I suppose would be more accurate. Byleth's account was a shocking one, yes, but 'twas the man's reaction to it all that left more a mark.

[He finishes stirring in the sugar and sets the spoon to the side, then takes the cup in hand, clinging to it like a lifeline.]

"I don't know where I end and the other Byleth begins," the man said. A... familiar feeling for Themis and myself both, I imagine.