Harlock leans against one of the walls, listening in - while he wouldn't be considered a scholar, he had been curious about how this world operates. As Matt continues, his brow raise slightly - some things are strikingly similar to history... except apparently Gods are actually real.

A faint flinch comes over him as the man described his resurrection, his fingers digging into his arms that he nearly missed the name before his mind catches up. Hades...? Surely it wasn't a coincidence.

Again, his mind halts as the shadows writhed and changed, his heart hammering rapidly against his chest, breath catching in his throat as a kind of... warmth suffise through him - but then there's a flicker, a spark of not dread... but reluctance, not here, yes - he wants - but not here, not off his ship....

As it ended - the pirate notices that his cheek was wet... and there was an ache, a deep, longing ache in his core as he gingerly touches his face, trying to process what the hell just happened.

"I..." For once, he found himself speechless.