Orpheus nods, brows furrowed in concern as he watches the workers at their stations. "This all started because of Lord Hades trying to keep Lady Persephone down here for too long. I told you their story right? I think it was the first time we met?"

(His memory-self calls out to them, again, and a few scattered voices still rise to meet him, echoing his song despite their overseer standing there glowering.

"If I raise my voice"

"If I raise my voice, if I raise my voice"

Still others try to shout their work song over it, almost scoldingly. "Keep your head low!"

"If I raise my head"

"If I raise my head, if I raise my head"

"Keep your head low!"

"Could I change his ways?"

"Could I change, could I change, could I change his ways?"

"Keep your head low!"

"If I raise my voice could I-"

"Keep your head low!"

"Could I change the way it is?")

"He's lonely," says present-Orpheus, watching Hades's face carefully. "He thinks he's going to lose Lady Persephone, and he's trying to win her back the only ways he can think to. But it just drove her further away."