They were distant in their role as a parent to Nyx, much to her dismay, and after much reflection during the events of the game, they later reveal to Zagreus their remorse for this.Ĭhaos suggests they would miss Zagreus too, was his visits to their realm ever to cease, but also seems content merely to be an observer of reality, happily gazing eternally into existence from afar and alone. Furthermore, leaving their realm would potentially destabilize all of order and existence, so they just decide to watch. When engaged in dialogue with another, often Zagreus, they will prompt the individual directly at the end of their statement by saying "Answer." Nevertheless, Chaos makes it known that they do not or will not compel the individual to answer, as that is their own choice to make.Ĭhaos cannot be measured or quantified in any meaningful way.
Composed, their decisions are mysterious, and Chaos doesn't like to be talked about unless they request it. They seem to despise the Olympians and help Zagreus purely out of self-interest, rather than loyalty. Chaos will make sensitive, critical comments about the people that Zagreus meets, sometimes having knowledge of secrets known to very few due to their eternal watch over reality. They brand Dionysus as "the drunk," for his unpredictability and thus act as a source of amusement for them. Chaos seems to derive amusement from this, perhaps out of boredom or sheer curiosity. Despite their eternal curiosity about existence, they have a distaste for 'small talk' and are impassive, content to merely watch Zagreus as he fights his way out of the underworld, never once trying to stop him. They speak in a monotone and without emotion, and yet their voice seems to contain a multitude of separate voices of varying genders, all speaking in unison. This primordial spectator is the keeper of secrets. They offer their own set of boons to Zagreus for their inscrutable purposes. Chaos resides in the space between worlds and the underworld, where the walls of reality are thin and can be found at the Gates of Chaos.
Chaos, possibly the first existence, is the anthropomorphic personification of the primitive state.
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