The chimaera watches the rabbit lazily, stretching out on its rock and dangling one huge forepaw closer to the little animal like an afterthought. "I don't know, you tell me," Zagreus says with poorly concealed irritation an imminent dream crackle in his throat. "Anything you like. That's the point," he tries again for amiability and mostly succeeds. The chimaera has better advice. "What would you like to win? What makes playing worthwhile."