[Watching Dextera dissipate brings back unpleasant memories of his own sacrifice, so many thousands of years ago. Watching his body become naught but the aether that was drawn in to become Zodiark... he almost forgets to offer up his name.]

Ah... you may call me Hythlodaeus.

[It feels weird to be introducing themselves in this situation, but as the spores clear Hythlodaeus feels himself start to relax- just a little. Enough to try to smile, at least, even if it's somewhat strained.]

And yours, my friend?

[He turns to the Archangel. Though he doesn't think they see eye to eye on the situation here, he still intends to give him a chance.]