Zagreus is generally the sort of person to act on it when he's worried about something, rather than sit on it and let it fester in his mind. He's not even sure he could sit on it for very long; even if he tried, something would give eventually.
But there are a few things he can't act on - not in full or immediately, at least.
So what he wrote down on these strange little papers was I worry that with my meddling I'm doing more harm than good. and Restless. I want to do something about all the injustices and heartache, but there's so much, and I don't have the kind of power here that I did at home.
When the enormous, three-headed paper hellhound bounds across the city to find Morgan and his zombie, Zagreus rides astride its back, grinning widely. He still misses his Best Boy, but this is a nice reminder of him.
He slides down from Not-Cerberus' back and turns to give the monster some well-deserved pets. Unfortunately, just as he starts to pet it, it bursts into a cloud of butterflies.
"Oh no, not these again..." He pulls his sword from his back and gets ready to start hacking at the butterflies, but they dissipate and fly away without so much as a collective rude gesture in his direction, and he lowers his sword sheepishly.
"Well, that was hardly a very graceful first impression, was it?" He rubs the back of his neck as he turns to this man he doesn't know nearby. All he does know, somehow, is that this person shares his worries, to the extent that he can.
Woe Is Us
But there are a few things he can't act on - not in full or immediately, at least.
So what he wrote down on these strange little papers was I worry that with my meddling I'm doing more harm than good. and Restless. I want to do something about all the injustices and heartache, but there's so much, and I don't have the kind of power here that I did at home.
When the enormous, three-headed paper hellhound bounds across the city to find Morgan and his zombie, Zagreus rides astride its back, grinning widely. He still misses his Best Boy, but this is a nice reminder of him.
He slides down from Not-Cerberus' back and turns to give the monster some well-deserved pets. Unfortunately, just as he starts to pet it, it bursts into a cloud of butterflies.
"Oh no, not these again..." He pulls his sword from his back and gets ready to start hacking at the butterflies, but they dissipate and fly away without so much as a collective rude gesture in his direction, and he lowers his sword sheepishly.
"Well, that was hardly a very graceful first impression, was it?" He rubs the back of his neck as he turns to this man he doesn't know nearby. All he does know, somehow, is that this person shares his worries, to the extent that he can.