growls loudly. "Lethe!" He hovers at the edge of the river, scowling. "I asked you not to allow mine to drink." How are they supposed to suffer without guilt?

suggests he implements the use of fetters to keep his trapped souls at bay, then. "The waters are nondiscriminatory. Those who seek it or those who are overpowered by it shall reap bitter consequences alike."

seethes at that but only jerks his head with displeasure. "It's a waste for the wicked to forget."

stirs the smooth, glassy surface with a touch of her finger. "I am Forgetfulness, not punishment. Hinder their journeys to my banks, if you must. Your affairs are none of my concern."

levels a glare her way but nods. Fair enough. Shackles, after all, will suit the atmosphere below. "See to it that yours are none of mine."

noncommittal. 'Keep a tighter leash on your prisoners, then,' she thinks.

snorts, as though having caught the sentiment. He turns on his heel to leave, back tense with simmering anger. "Careful that your waters don't evaporate."

sniffs subtly, not afraid of the temperamental god.

cuts a dangerous look over his shoulder before he disappears into the fog of Hades. His souls are not a matter to trifle with.