Zagreus eyes the unicorn warily at this development, but decides no evasion is necessary. He makes a tetchy sound in his throat at the beast's laconic judgment. Sure, be that way. It's not really wrong.
"We act along the lines we were made. You should know all about that," the thing offers in a lecturing tone. "Do you ever watch yourself do something, from the outside, and know exactly the mistake you're making even as you make it? And then do you ever do the opposite with just as much conviction?" And are you ever gifted with an externalised version of your interiormost self, just so you can tell it to shut up. "We aren't meant for strategy. Or for languishment. And yet. This universe abides." The speaking mouth changes with each choppy sentence, in frustration. It isn't like Zagreus doesn't have choices. Who cares if none of them meet his exacting specifications? Narrative requires what it requires. Zagreus looks like he's considering giving the animal a kick, if the showboat pony won't do it.
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"We act along the lines we were made. You should know all about that," the thing offers in a lecturing tone. "Do you ever watch yourself do something, from the outside, and know exactly the mistake you're making even as you make it? And then do you ever do the opposite with just as much conviction?" And are you ever gifted with an externalised version of your interiormost self, just so you can tell it to shut up. "We aren't meant for strategy. Or for languishment. And yet. This universe abides." The speaking mouth changes with each choppy sentence, in frustration. It isn't like Zagreus doesn't have choices. Who cares if none of them meet his exacting specifications? Narrative requires what it requires. Zagreus looks like he's considering giving the animal a kick, if the showboat pony won't do it.