Hades' eyes widened. The pace of his heart fluctuated, his left leg started to shake a little, and the lord of the dead lost his breath. He tried very hard not to let this all show while he waited for his vocal chords to work properly again.
Suddenly, Hades loved the paperwork he'd been doing with his entire heart. He missed it terribly.
If Makaria became mortal, she'd have to live with the mortals. Away from here. For the rest of her brief brief life. Hades would miss everything. All the moments. And nine months out of the year he'd be completely alone. And when she died, Hades didn't know if he could stand allowing anyone to take her. He didn't know if he could stand letting her die even if she did.