Diana stops completely, preternaturally still, letting his words echo through her head. Themyscira. Amazons. The words are familiar, somehow, but her recall is sluggish. She looks to Zagreus, clearly struggling to fit what he's said into her memory.

"Your words hold truth." Something she recognizes, because truth has always been so important to her. She brushes her fingers along one of her temples. "But I don't... I can't..." She trails off, not sure how to explain that she simply cannot retrieve the memories associated with those words.