Hades listened with one arm crossed, his chin resting on the other fist. The more she spoke the more he frowned, particularly when she mentioned Dionysus. She did not have to fill in the blanks for him on that tale. Hades was painfully aware of the whole story surrounding Dionysus's birth, and could certainly sympathize. All of the gods she mentioned were not ones who always took collateral damage into account. Hades himself did not always take collateral damage into account. This weeping goddess was the reason why they were wrong when they didn't. It was a sobering thought.
None of what Harmonia said sat well with Hades. The events were not surprising individually. Hades could see each of them happening individually. But together? And all to the same goddess's children? Something was very off there. Hades knew a thing about bad luck, but this? This was worse than that. This was misfortune and tragedy in the truest, most awful sense.
Hades knelt beside her and handed her a piece of cloth in case she wanted to wipe her eyes. Harmonia made a very good argument. Hades could definitely see her father in her. And if anyone could understand what it was like to be betrayed and cast aside by the Olympians, it was Hades. But the argument still did little to alleviate his prior concerns. It wasn't a question about what Hades wanted to do, it was a question about what Hades should do. He had to consider the consequences.
“If I were in your husband's position,” Hades said, “I would appreciate my wife's company, but when it really came down to it, I wouldn't want her to share in my misfortune if she didn't have to. If there was any chance for her to move on, and one day find the happiness she deserved, I would want that for her.” It wouldn't have been up to Hades anyway. It would have been up to Demeter, and the chances of her even letting Persephone know something had happened, let alone come to him were slim. Which Hades supposed was exactly Harmonia's point. He paused. His tone became softer, and he met her eyes with a small knowing smile. “...But if I were in your position, however, I'd probably be doing exactly what you are.” Minus the crying.
He sighed. “You mentioned Hera, Dionysos, Zeus, and Artemis as the perpetrators of your family's misfortune..” Hades frowned. There were a lot of gods to keep track of in her case, and he hoped he had got them all. “But these gods are not the only members of your Olympic family, and you did not mention the others betraying you. What about your parents? Or your siblings? Surely they'd miss you and care if I let you enter and stay in Elysium with your husband? Do you really want to leave all of them behind?” Hades had no idea how she fit into her family dynamic. It was one thing if she was a forsaken black sheep type, but another entirely if she was the golden favorite. There was no way to tell from what she'd said. Olympians were notorious for trying to destroy the things they loved the very most as well as the things they hated.