Didn't it just. That's the worst part of being around Zagreus, how eventually he starts to make sense. The chimaera, whether in response to its own internal impetus or some hidden uncertainty of its counterpart, flicks its ears and resettles with increasing frequency. Perhaps it is some nagging disquiet picked up from Zagreus, since his next guess is a clear and frustrated bid for more time to think. "'N.'"

He won't threaten Johnny further about cheating and its consequences, but his inability to fit a suitable word into the remaining empty spaces is starting to feel uncomfortably like a ticking clock. If Johnny were a little more capable he'd jump straight into more suspicion, but as it is he just has to face the reality that perhaps Hangman is a game unsuited to dreams and their increasingly mad dreamers.