[He doesn't want to leave, but he wants to make it out. Meg doesn't get it. He doesn't make any damn sense. Her expression betrays as much—befuddlement, no shortage of uncertainty, and that's all buried in with her more complicated sentiments where Zagreus is involved. She has a thought to ask for more details, but decides rather easily that it wouldn't matter if she understood or not.

Or maybe it would matter and she just doesn't want it to. She's as befuddled by herself as she is by him.]

I was under the impression that usually when we see each other, it's because we're killing one another. Not like we're going on dates or anything.

[After a moment's consideration, Megaera continues.] I guess they're unorthodox dates. At least the killing is temporary. We always come back, so it's not really killing. It's more like a minor inconvenience.