They were staring at his eyes devoid of expression. Devoid of a soul.
A long time ago, when Thanatos once peered at himself in the mirror, a similar expression stared back at him with eyes that lost their spark.
They wondered if they'd ever get it back.
"...Are you perhaps... hungry, maybe?"
...What kind of nonsensical thoughts have been floating in your head, they thought. Ground yourself. Retain your humanity, lest you end up like—
"I am not here to harm you, know that much at least. I will not press you any further if you wish to sit here in silence."
...He didn't remember.
He didn't remember how they tormented that man. How they forbade him from the taste of sweet, sweet vengeance.
They didn't forget. How could they ever? They wanted to see the fire in his eyes primed to strike and to kill. But there was none.
Maybe they were wrong.
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"I thought I recognized you and wanted to confirm it. We've met somewhere before, sometime ago."
They dropped from their staff and planted themself on the ground, fidgeting with the chain at the end of their staff.
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"WHO JUST PUSHED ME DOWN AN ENTIRE FLIGHT OF STAIRS????"
