Cocytus

Huginn: I think he is doing that which seems traitorous.

Muninn: I remember when all thought he was such. We spent much effort persuading the neutrals that he was not.

H: I think he is now a traitor to his ideals, but he does not see it that way.

M: I remember he has never thought of himself as such. His ideals shift, but not as sand. Rather, they erode, as obsidian or as the basalt of a pyroclastic flow.

H: It is a long time since I visited the Ninth Circle. Rumour had it that when Pluto left the ranks of the major planets, the Ninth Circle vanished forever.

M: It is still there, waiting. Cold it is, and dark, and its ways are four. And for.