Somehow, against every single fiber of Murphy's Law, it didn't break.

"Thank the gods," Hades rasped, clutching his pallid face and staggering, "It's okay."

"What?" Grim snarled, raising his head, black locks falling out of his hood, "This stupid thing? What even is this? You've had as long as I can remember."

A shadow passed over Hades's face. "It's very important."

"You seem a lot more worried about it than you are for me!" Grim whimpered, still trying to sound threatened. His cool composure was lost, and he trembled aggressively, face contorted with emotion. "Am I that important?"

Hades slowly raised his hands, "Dear, please calm down. Take a deep breath. You're riling yourself up."

Hades, keeping his eyes on Grim, took a step towards the vase.

"You want this?" Grim hissed, "Here, let me give it to you."

"Don't!" Hades screamed, only to catch himself. He cleared his throat, shaking the horrified look off his face, "Please don't touch it, Grim."

"Why? Because I ruin everything I touch?" Grim's voice wavered as he projected it across the room. Casting a wicked glare to Hades, he snatched the vase in his hands.

Predictably, a small crack ripped through the exterior of the vase.

Hades fell to his knees, sweat dripping down his face. "That's exactly why."

Hades's response cut through Grim like a knife. An injured look flashed across Grim's face, and he stumbled back, the vase slipping from his hands.

It clattered to the ground, and then exploded in a manner similar to a hand grenade.

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