Barbatos watched him without a word. But his stare didn't go unnoticed for long.
Zagreus moved beside him. He followed Barbatos's line of sight, then glanced back at the Reaper.
"Do you recognize him?"
The hammers didn't stop. The man didn't even glance up. He was locked in focus, unaware of the eyes now settled on him.
Barbatos didn't answer immediately. Then he slowly turned to Zagreus.
"Is it... him?"
Zagreus exhaled. His shoulders slumped just a little.
"I don't know," he admitted. "It feels like him. But look at his soul."
Barbatos said nothing but kept watching.
Zagreus continued, "His soul's completely different from him. And if it was him, it doesn't make sense he doesn't recognize anyone of us."
A soul's shape was tied to the Seed of Existence. Even if someone reincarnated, the soul retained some similarities to it's original shape.
