The surprise was an almost tangible thing, like a strong gust of wind, forcing him to shuffle back a step, his jaw hung slack. It wasn't just the eyes, the vibrant green and the hellish red inverted to a mirror of his own; it was the face, the curve of the cheek and the chin, framed by hair the color of the grains that grew outside Persephone's cottage.

"You--you look just like mother," Zagreus blurted out after a moment of stunned silence.