wasting beats of this heart of mine (смешанная)

“You sound like a mortal.” She said, with the faint glimmer of amusement in her eyes. Zagreus chortled too, but then fell silent. Nyx gave him a knowing look. “What is it, my child?”
“You said the curse is tied into my godhood, right? What if…” The words tasted unnatural in his mouth, a blasphemy before they could even take shape in the air. Zagreus coughed them out regardless. “What if I could shed my divinity? What if I became a mortal?”
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Or, despite being a god, Zagreus keeps running out of time.