Hades reached over and wrapped his arm around her, holding her while she cried into his shoulder. He didn't know what this French guy she had been so hung up over had done, but whatever it was, he was going to pay for it. But right now he had a daughter who was mourning, and Hades couldn't leave her. She was saying all kinds of things that broke his heart, that he didn't want to hear, and didn't understand, but Hades couldn't leave her. For a moment he wished he were the god of comfort instead of mourning. He understood mourning and could add to mourning, but he didn't understand comfort.
“No,” Hades said, “You are not stupid. Wanting to die over a guy is so stupid. Thinking no one is going to love you is so stupid. That guy doing whatever he did was so stupid. But you? You're not stupid.” Love made people do stupid things. Hades knew this better than most people. It didn't mean he liked it though.
“You are my daughter. I didn't raise a daughter who was stupid enough to want to give up everything over a guy who wouldn't appreciate her for what she was, and I certainly didn't raise a daughter who is unloveable. I raised a princess. One who happened to be very beautiful, and very compassionate, and universally adored by her subjects. This man is the one who is missing out, not you.”