They say it will ease his troubles, or strip him of them. Hercules isn't quite sure which but Amphiarus says it will help. Assures him of it.
He clutches the goblet in his trembling hands as Megara's screams ring in his ears. His children and wife, dying at his hands, still haunt him just as the ghosts of the past do his brethren.
Hercules lifts the cup to his mouth, lips grazing the rim, then tosses it aside. The liquid splatters his feet and legs while he buries his head in his hands.
This grief is his alone to bear.