Well, at least the little rabbit is true to form. If you don't have consistency with your soul, what do you have? But that doesn't make it any less tiresome, or any more worthy of an answer. Though, if he remembers rightly, the rabbit is at least a little more interesting than Johnny, once it gets going. A little bolder and more vibrant, a little less sordid and worn down. Zagreus ignores the rabbit anyway; talking to a rabbit still just doesn't feel right. Now Zagreus is standing nearby too, though by no means as close as the chimaera, observing and enjoying Johnny's clear distress. "Johnny, if you hold that thing any tighter it's going to suffocate. Won't even be my fault, this time." Welllllllllll, if you squint.

The chimaera has progressed to sniffing at Johnny's shoulder, even though that bite is long since healed over, was purely a mental affliction anyway. Then, pawing insistently at Johnny's arm, as though in agreement with its counterpart regarding the rabbit's potential smothering. Or possibly it just wants her to be able to run.