[With a sigh, Zagreus tries to catch his breath, his fingers folding the DAPPER HANDKERCHIEF™ neatly onto itself, tucking it in the folds of his chiton. To suffer from an ailment because of feelings, out of everything, seems just so silly and superficial. There are people who died here; they're all supposedly dead. Shouldn't the afterlife be about learning about your misgivings and what you could have done in the limited time you had on the surface and then having infinite time to reflect upon them? Start anew?
It's troublesome. Oh, so troublesome.
Such is the terror of Aphrodite's domain. Where did he hear that before? His expression turns slightly sheepish.] Did you know that where I come from, you have seven words to refer to love?
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It's troublesome. Oh, so troublesome.
Such is the terror of Aphrodite's domain. Where did he hear that before? His expression turns slightly sheepish.] Did you know that where I come from, you have seven words to refer to love?