Hermes recognizes the feeling of being appreciated. He does have friends. He knows that he has people that don't want him to die. Thanatos. Mors. Pan. Eros. Cupid. Hades. The current player of his computer game. Apollo, before he died. But he's never felt THIS amount of appreciation. He can't help but feel smug about it, straightening himself to try and stand his full height.

"You have a really good eye. I'm a Hermes unit. First-gen. Buuuut just call me Hermes. I'm the best tutorial-giver of the computer game called Fortuna. It's really nice to meet you, Tok! SoYou'reAMagician? What's magic like? My computer game doesn't have a magic system. Just some psychics."