At his impudent scolding, the Unicorn jerks its head towards Zagreus and scrapes one massive front hoof across the sand, but remains silent and still otherwise. The TARDIS doesn't need any mental contact to know that it finds this encounter just as unsettling as she does, and not for the usual reasons. There is far too much appalling familiarity and... agreement occurring here, from him on the matter of her language and from the creature on her warning. She eyes it with mingled disgust and consideration, trying to decide whether to make the probably futile attempt at going on her way, or if this thing is actually likely to reveal something useful about him.

"Why not?," she settles on, addressing the head that spoke last with some contempt. "Is he incapable of listening even to his own corrupt reason?" Or whatever passes for reason in the repulsive chaos of his mind. The Unicorn mutters, "Paradox," as though it was judging the sticky mud beneath its hooves.