For all of that, Johnny seems to have taken his advice to heart; he certainly let the rabbit go, a bit more forcefully than Zagreus' admonition really warranted, if he's being honest, but what can you do, some people just can't do anything right. It was a smart move on Johnny's part, really, for all it's suspect origins. The chimaera surges eagerly in the direction of Johnny's throw, it really couldn't do otherwise, not standing over Johnny and waiting as it had been, grotesquely playful and keyed for pursuit. Throw the ball, Johnny. Zagreus makes no effort to keep it in check. Whether because he approves of the creature's game or because he doesn't want to find out whether or not it would listen, who could say. Immediately the chimaera is mostly lost to the darkness, but it can still be heard, hunting through the leaves and general forest litter for the little rabbit.

Not that Johnny looks to be in any position to judge Zagreus on being in control of himself, in whatever iteration that self currently happens to be. It's somewhat mollifying, for Johnny to be in a useless heap; Zagreus was starting to feel a bit shown up by his own monster. Is that symbolising anything, or just annoying? Whatever. Something is digging into the back of his mind like a thorn, and he responds in kind, digging the toe of his shoe sharply into the hollow of Johnny's collarbone. Like the chimaera's pawing, peremptory but broadly repulsed. And...not a little hopeful. There has to be a spine in here somewhere. "Where's your earthquake now?"