[ Why Thanatos stands waiting on the bridge, it does not know. It should have fled, it should have left Minako behind the moment she stepped into the building and was unable to follow or see it... maybe that's why it stayed, despite the ample time and the urge to disappear.
Rather than drawing Minako to it, it feels more as if Thanatos were drawn to her, waiting on the other end of the bridge with its sword sheathed, hovering, waiting. For what? For Minako to make the first move, spear in her hands, resolution in her voice, strength in her heart that she had sought Thanatos out instead of running.
The rattling of heavy chains and low screech of metal on metal is all that answers Minako, row of coffins billowing out from behind and around Thanatos as if in warning. But it does not grab its sword to strike, nor open its masked mouth to unleash a burst of magic— not here, not to this person whose importance takes root among the tangle of fears that makes and drives it. ]
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Rather than drawing Minako to it, it feels more as if Thanatos were drawn to her, waiting on the other end of the bridge with its sword sheathed, hovering, waiting. For what? For Minako to make the first move, spear in her hands, resolution in her voice, strength in her heart that she had sought Thanatos out instead of running.
The rattling of heavy chains and low screech of metal on metal is all that answers Minako, row of coffins billowing out from behind and around Thanatos as if in warning. But it does not grab its sword to strike, nor open its masked mouth to unleash a burst of magic— not here, not to this person whose importance takes root among the tangle of fears that makes and drives it. ]