Cerberus sighed. Her warmth settling into the chill they had not noticed in their bones. They remembered loving Persephone, protecting her because she was important to their master and utterly nice to them. It had been so long ago, though. They had so many more abandonment issues now and that little voice in the back of their minds told them that they were still crazy. That such beliefs still fell into forms of schizophrenia.
"You felt like the dark was your home from the beginning. We don't think she would feel that way. Hard to influence the world when all your rumours go to the dead." They did accept the words of encouragement and relation to her own situation when it all started.
"We don't know. Pheme protected us before we were us. Her schizophrenic friend and adopted brother, always in and out of hospitals, barely cared for. We worry we were the turning point for her parents. Not that it matters now but we might have drove them over the edge because of our illness."