[With an understanding nod, Zagreus stops in his tracks when they find a fork in their path. He usually went by instinct whenever two doors appeared before him, even if there was something behind them, calling him, hoping to show up once he cleared the following room. He looks around, a little lost, since nothing seems to call to him. Only the harpies above, creaking and croaking nastily.] Any ideas where to?
[He wants to understand that, that willingness to bring back life to what has been once sterile. He wonders if his mother Persephone would have that instinct as well, and finds it something beautiful to strive towards.
How very unlike your own endeavors. He looks up. The harpies, while peering down at him with jagged teeth, seem to be quiet for the moment. Where is this coming from?] You make it sound like it's nothing. It sounds like a very noble undertaking to me, though.
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[He wants to understand that, that willingness to bring back life to what has been once sterile. He wonders if his mother Persephone would have that instinct as well, and finds it something beautiful to strive towards.
How very unlike your own endeavors. He looks up. The harpies, while peering down at him with jagged teeth, seem to be quiet for the moment. Where is this coming from?] You make it sound like it's nothing. It sounds like a very noble undertaking to me, though.