(what good was anticipating zagreus if the end result is "jonas gets startled" regardless? his internal pep rally was a waste, the teenager remarks after looking down morosely at the cigarette he dropped when the god called to him.

at least the greeting goes a little better.)

... Hi, yeah, it's me. Uh, sorry about that, I'm—I've always been... whatever. Not your fault. (no, zagreus is not to blame for his jittery nature, but the fact that he looks exactly like his profile picture doesn't help. jonas' hand juts away from his side, intent on issuing his acquaintance a handshake.) Good to meet you.

This is the place behind me—The Cairn. You wanna head inside? I'm surprised your teeth aren't chattering.