The reaction of Theseus so far seemed rather mild in Darius' eyes. He had expected something crazier, but in a matter of hours after the Demi-God had exhausted himself, he began laughing uproariously.
Theseus laughed until his lungs gave out, after which he began coughing painfully, before returning to silence. Surprisingly, he did not cry and lament anymore, just remained eerily silent for another few hours until he rose and came before Darius.
The two men gazed at each other through the bars of Theseus' cell, Darius with a contemplative soft smile and Theseus with a neutral expression and dark eyes.
His voice was almost raspy as he asked his captor one question. "Why?"
Darius folded his arms behind his back.
