[If his chuckle is slightly embittered, it's not on purpose. Zagreus leans and clinks his glass against Jonas', bracing his weight on the arm over the table.] And to actually finding answers, eventually. I've only gotten more questions so far.
[Call it wishful thinking, but it's mere part of Zag's inherent optimism to think that the both of them will find whatever they need to find, no matter how or where. If they had to move Underworlds (or worlds, for that matter) to find whatever answers they needed to find, then that's just fine.
Though the little voice in his head, sounding more like himself than any other person in his life, keeps chanting to hell with this place, to hell with this place.
How many times had he said that before stepping into Tartarus, anyway?
Taking a sip of the drink to wish it switched off, his eyebrows shoot up. It's not nectar, not really, the taste more subdued and leaving an odd aftertaste in the back of his throat that flares up when he exhales, but he's impressed. He looks at the glass, licking his lips.] Oh. This is actually pretty good! What do you think?
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[Call it wishful thinking, but it's mere part of Zag's inherent optimism to think that the both of them will find whatever they need to find, no matter how or where. If they had to move Underworlds (or worlds, for that matter) to find whatever answers they needed to find, then that's just fine.
Though the little voice in his head, sounding more like himself than any other person in his life, keeps chanting to hell with this place, to hell with this place.
How many times had he said that before stepping into Tartarus, anyway?
Taking a sip of the drink to wish it switched off, his eyebrows shoot up. It's not nectar, not really, the taste more subdued and leaving an odd aftertaste in the back of his throat that flares up when he exhales, but he's impressed. He looks at the glass, licking his lips.] Oh. This is actually pretty good! What do you think?