It occurs to me that I should have seen this coming. Why didn’t I ask more questions? Was that an infection of Zagreus—some subtle microbial recklessness? Coccidioides immitis, no doubt, or something like it: headaches, white tears and bad judgement. Directly affecting only this instance, of course, but the flush of sympathetic hormonal response all through me would do the rest. Very clever. Very Z. Thank you, Z. Fuck you, Z.