He exhales stiffly when Zagreus so casually suggests 'best out of three'. All he has to do is win this time, and then come up with a better word. Right? Statistically he's got to be better at guessing than coming up with a word. Next time it won't be such an obvious fucking tell.

He can't believe he's doing this.

"Okay," he murmurs, rubbing out the letters and the unfinished stick figure with his hand. He scoots back a bit, breathes out again, slower this time. He can do this.