zagreus sits inside your head...
Here is the Doctor.
Or rather, here is Zagreus.
When he knows who he is at all, of course. At the moment, he doesn't seem to have noticed he's wandered into the Nexus at all, looking thoroughly distracted and muttering darkly to himself. 'Zagreus seeks the hero's ship/ Zagreus needs the web to rip/ Zagreus sups time at a drip-' he pauses briefly to chuckle, a discordant little sound, before finishing the verse with quiet relish. 'And life aside, he's sweeping.'
To anyone with psychic abilities or temporal senses, there is something about him that will feel very, very wrong. A grating along the edges, as if there's a rhythm to him that's syncopated half a beat off with the rest of the universe. This, should anyone care to put a name to it, is anti-Time. It is, in a manner of speaking, Zagreus. An anathema to positive time, a positive universe, to order and the stability of the Web of Time. It is, in addition to being very, very wrong, very, very dangerous.
Or it has the potential to be, at any rate, if the man- the Doctor or Zagreus- sways one way instead of the other.
Abruptly, he pauses. 'I-' blinks, pauses again, and all the dark relish in his face gives way to honest confusion. 'I'm quite sure I was looking for something just now, only I haven't- Ship!' He raises his voice to a shout. ' SHIP! Where have you brought me to? You sneaking, conniving, useless Ship, I was looking for something!'
Or rather, here is Zagreus.
When he knows who he is at all, of course. At the moment, he doesn't seem to have noticed he's wandered into the Nexus at all, looking thoroughly distracted and muttering darkly to himself. 'Zagreus seeks the hero's ship/ Zagreus needs the web to rip/ Zagreus sups time at a drip-' he pauses briefly to chuckle, a discordant little sound, before finishing the verse with quiet relish. 'And life aside, he's sweeping.'
To anyone with psychic abilities or temporal senses, there is something about him that will feel very, very wrong. A grating along the edges, as if there's a rhythm to him that's syncopated half a beat off with the rest of the universe. This, should anyone care to put a name to it, is anti-Time. It is, in a manner of speaking, Zagreus. An anathema to positive time, a positive universe, to order and the stability of the Web of Time. It is, in addition to being very, very wrong, very, very dangerous.
Or it has the potential to be, at any rate, if the man- the Doctor or Zagreus- sways one way instead of the other.
Abruptly, he pauses. 'I-' blinks, pauses again, and all the dark relish in his face gives way to honest confusion. 'I'm quite sure I was looking for something just now, only I haven't- Ship!' He raises his voice to a shout. ' SHIP! Where have you brought me to? You sneaking, conniving, useless Ship, I was looking for something!'