Zagreus smiles, and squeezes her hand back in return. "You never know, maybe I've got an emotional crisis in me. It's been a long while since my last one, I might be due!" He laughs softly, giving her a brief cheeky grin before his expression turns more sincere. "But...if being the one who doesn't change as much means I can be there for you better, then...I'm glad for it."

Maybe she had changed for the worse. Zagreus isn't even sure he could argue against that point, really. But she was still his sister. She would always be important to him, and he would always want to help her.

And maybe helping her sometimes means reminding her that she can be better.

"...Will you let them go then?" he adds softly, looking back towards the young mortals she'd afflicted. "They’ve suffered enough.”