That pulls a grin across Hades' toothy face. "Convenience, yes. You're all about what's convenient, aren't you?" Congratulations, Meggles, Hades buys into her lies. This certainly won't come back to bite you someday. Of course not. Never.

"Perfect indeed."

He leans back, folding his arms, that sickly grin still in place. She'll always make a good puppet, bringing those around her into her suffering. It's a work of art, and he barely has to do a thing. Just pop into her business when she least expects it, when she's foolish enough to think he's gone. Every time, she never learns. It's wonderful. And the webs she weaves in the meantime... Webs that Hades will eventually take a hold of and pull.

Yuna, much as Hades tries to shape her, will never replace Megara.

"And you'll keep them close, won't you?"