"Oh--no, it's not the slightest bit comforting. It's cruel."

Persephone clasps her hands tight and look away for a moment, before turning back.

"I'm horribly homesick myself. The closest thing I have to it is a greenhouse full of plants. And even I got so frustrated with everything that I almost tore it all out one day. It's not fair to any of us, least of all you. "