Fenton stiffened a little at the 'heroic type' comment, his thoughts moving inward. Would he sacrifice his morals, if it meant saving someone's life? He'd never ever been PUT in that situation, thank God, but... if. IF. A shudder ran up Fenton's spine. He hoped he'd never HAVE to be put to that test, but... ...he had a feeling, if it meant saving the life of a friend, or someone in need... ...he would.

Body shivvering again at that all-too-real turn of the conversation, Fenton was glad Hades had kept talking. "Well, that's what we're here to do, right? Fight back the Corrosion, purify the lands, and whatnot?" His brows knit. "...maybe not in the past, but there's no reason why they can't NOW. I can't see anyone turning Lydia away from a tea party." She was delightful! Such wonderful company. If anyone didn't see that, then, well... their loss.

He frowned, shrugging his shoulders in an attempt to loosen the tension from them, brows knit. "Give what a kick in the hindquarters? Maybe we're not moving as fast as you'd like in fighting the Corruption... but we're working at it. We're making progress." One brow raised, and that line-of-tension just wouldn't go away. "...And just what's the 'hard way'...?"

Maybe he shouldn't have asked that, either.