[ That less cool head would probably have been removed already, with a spray of blood in the air and Thanatos giving into impatience that it struggles with now, not wanting to care or answer or think about anything more than getting away and getting people to stay away. ]
I said, leave!
[ It isn't the stern, commanding voice of an ancient god of death or whatever Thanatos might appear to be, but rushed, laced with panic, of a boy who feels cornered even though he's the one with a sword in hand, diving down from the sky with a halo of coffins and with force enough to split through the surface of the sea, waves rising behind Thanatos as it makes a pass at Cleo. ]
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I said, leave!
[ It isn't the stern, commanding voice of an ancient god of death or whatever Thanatos might appear to be, but rushed, laced with panic, of a boy who feels cornered even though he's the one with a sword in hand, diving down from the sky with a halo of coffins and with force enough to split through the surface of the sea, waves rising behind Thanatos as it makes a pass at Cleo. ]