[It takes a second, but Zagreus's face falls. As though he's gotten brand new information, which—]
Can they do that?
[Well, it is. It had always felt that those objects had some anchor to them in the room, like a force that couldn't dislodge them.
Why he assumed that this place wouldn't find a way to change that, one way or another, is a serious oversight on his part. He walks a bit faster, although he's mindful not to dash out of Dokja's sight.
Looking over his shoulder at him, he actually tries to remember when he had told him where he came from. He doesn't think it came up when he was almost hacking off a lung.
But still, he's always ready for the backlash, so he sends Dokja a somewhat rueful smile.] Hades. I'm the God of the Dead's son.
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Can they do that?
[Well, it is. It had always felt that those objects had some anchor to them in the room, like a force that couldn't dislodge them.
Why he assumed that this place wouldn't find a way to change that, one way or another, is a serious oversight on his part. He walks a bit faster, although he's mindful not to dash out of Dokja's sight.
Looking over his shoulder at him, he actually tries to remember when he had told him where he came from. He doesn't think it came up when he was almost hacking off a lung.
But still, he's always ready for the backlash, so he sends Dokja a somewhat rueful smile.] Hades. I'm the God of the Dead's son.