Another defeat, another death count in the basin, and yet another discussion by Meg and Than. That was the usual day, or night, for Zagreus.

You found the little prince's stubbornness both endearing and foolish, and despite everything, each time you found yourself waiting for him in the baths, ready to take care of his blood-soaked body. After all such was your role as a servant of the House, and childhood friend of Zagreus.

"Which one was it this time, my prince? The Hydra or the King?" You asked as Zagreus stumbled through the doors, a smug grin on his face, "The Minotaur, actually, I was so close."