He drops his gaze to their linked hands. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be as fraught as he's imagining it to be. But the question of 'what if' spins constantly in his thoughts. Doesn't it hurt when a bond breaks? That's what he has been told thus far.

Aware that Rhea'li is waiting on them though, he grips Azem's hand tightly. "Fine," he whispers. After mourning for so many millennia, what is one more pang of loss?

Hades lifts his other hand and places it over his friend's heart. Although he had not participated in the practice, he had still thought about what word he would use to form a bond with another. Hythlodaeus and Azem had both come to mind, but upon reflection he had settled on that which had come to represent everything he loved about the time they once shared together.

"...Amaurot."