Zagreus settles comfortably into her blind spot, unconcerned with the fact that she is still seemingly attempting to escape his presence.

"I know all about change. I'm an agent of change," he says, and how dare she make such accusations, since when is this about him? It isn't, that's since when. "Everyone believes in their own righteousness." He waves that away. That's not important either. "You can't change. Dally with demigods, dote over a pretend Doctor, maybe there's a soap opera you can really invest in if you look. But you will never belong to this life. So why waste your energy on anything that isn't finding the way out? Isn't that a better use for you than these clumsy stopgap measures?"