[ Orpheus looks briefly alarmed by the notion of Death Incarnate (and, to a lesser extent, Hermes) being away from their duties before remembering that right, people return home to whatever time they came from when they leave this place. Still, he can't help but feel vaguely uneasy about the prospect, and it shows on his face even as he says; ]

Oh? Well, my friend, I am glad to hear you have company here, at the very least. I do imagine that a god's perspective would be significantly different from that of a mortal's though, yes - they tend to take a longer view of things, for one, immortal and eternal as they are.

[ And he can't help but wonder what it must be like to go the bulk of your existence being worshiped and revered only to suddenly... not be. Would it sour them on this place? Maybe it would be refreshing. He guesses he could just ask Zagreus, though the prince's experiences with godhood were a bit unorthodox to his understanding. ]

Is it strange, though? Wandering among us mortals as near-peers after all your time as Prince of the Underworld? I know you have always been closer with the shades that wander your father's halls than most of the other gods, but the living and the dead can be quite different from one another, in various ways.