She felt a shiver at the word 'Tartarus,' perhaps hearing it from someone else triggering it. There was darkness, only darkness, never hope for light again. The end of the War had ensured that, had brought this all upon them, and all because they had sided with the ruler of Olympus and not her warmongering half-brother. She did not belong there, in those depths of that pit... She tried to focus on the question, and not the vision and feelings, or the questions that Chloe -- no, Demeter, her mother -- had provoked in her with her words.
"Happiest?" she paused, thoughtfully, digging through the visions, the memories. "I--" Well, there were a couple, really. She pursed her lips together, thinking, stark juxtaposition of the various images, light and dark, striking her. There was one that seemed to stand out, however, but her lips remained pursed. 'I do know two things…' It was not a vision, and she knew it would be best to put off mentioning such things until a later time -- Persephone had long since become comfortable with such omissions, and now was no exception. "I have a few happy ones. Weaving flower-crowns together to show… you, walking through the fields in sunshine, sometimes with… you… and sometimes with… well, you remember Tristan, right?" she paused. "And there are others. How about you?" she inquired.