Well, mission accomplished. That phraseology is enough to make Johnny come to a complete stop.

"Probably," he echoes. "What do you mean probably? Like... like it might be sentient, or it is sentient and just well-behaved?"

Monsters, sudden drop-offs, fuckin topographical inconsistency. Johnny couldn't (and certainly would not have) put it better himself. He suddenly feels an irrational fear that he and Zagreus have dealt with the same beast.