[ It isn't that Thanatos cannot answer, but it does not want to, silent screaming in its mind like white noise. Who is he? —it? what? is he doing here, running and hiding and struggling against an enemy he knows everything and nothing about because it is himself. What little control Ryoji yet has when in this form, he is tempted to relinquish every time he sees another face, hears another voice, finding it safer to be Thanatos who can wear a mask it can hide behind and a blade it can carry to scare those away before he can hurt them.
The fact that Yu can wear that mask of his, no fear, voice calm, that is the threat that has Thanatos advance, row of coffins spreading across its back as if looms above Yu like great rolling storm clouds, thunder in its roars, lightning in the beginnings of a megidola that flashes between its jaws. ]
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The fact that Yu can wear that mask of his, no fear, voice calm, that is the threat that has Thanatos advance, row of coffins spreading across its back as if looms above Yu like great rolling storm clouds, thunder in its roars, lightning in the beginnings of a megidola that flashes between its jaws. ]
Leave.
[ Please. ]