[ He wouldn't usually get so close to someone, much less an acquaintance, but he's eaten enough Weird Stuff today that it's only after a moment of hesitation that he huddles under the cape too with a quick thank you. The fabric's at a slightly comical pitch with their height difference, but it works.

And despite the oddness... it's nice. The children scuttle over at them, and Dimitri greets them with a small smile, even if he lets Zagreus handle the talking. They seem happy despite the circumstances, mischievous as children anywhere are wont to be.

It's almost normal. He doesn't rush to eat this new treat they've been gifted, though he holds it care as he answers. ]

Yes, even at my age I struggle with this entire "life after death" business. It's hard not to feel listless—all the purpose that life gave me... I admit I'm at something of a loss without it.

[ He suddenly has an absolute glut of time on his hands, and nothing to fill it with anymore. Sometimes you arrive in the afterlife without many hobbies and it's all one weird long existential crisis. ]

Frankly, I didn't have much opportunity for leisure. I would go out for a ride if time allowed, but it rarely did. What of you? You must have done something to entertain yourself, despite where you were.