[ How Thanatos wishes it could answer. In its soul is still Ryoji, who hurts each time Minako speaks his name, who wants to explain but... can't. Ryoji can't, because he's scared. Thanatos can't, because its role isn't to talk and to explain; its role is to kill, mercilessly, endlessly, and hope it could be killed.
Its name is Thanatos, the Harbinger of Death, the Appriser of Nyx, the 13th Arcana, a Shadow. The other world would be laid to ruin because of it— here, its coming would mark the same. There is no room for Ryoji in this existence anymore; in this matter, both it and his wishes align, for Thanatos' connection to Ryoji... neither want.
But that connection is there, no matter how much he wants to reject. These things, Minako already knows, no matter how much he wishes they weren't true. ]
...Minako.
[ Finally, a voice. Soft, familiar, mismatched with the form of the monster that does not move no matter how close Minako gets. It sounds on the verge of tears. ]
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Its name is Thanatos, the Harbinger of Death, the Appriser of Nyx, the 13th Arcana, a Shadow. The other world would be laid to ruin because of it— here, its coming would mark the same. There is no room for Ryoji in this existence anymore; in this matter, both it and his wishes align, for Thanatos' connection to Ryoji... neither want.
But that connection is there, no matter how much he wants to reject. These things, Minako already knows, no matter how much he wishes they weren't true. ]
...Minako.
[ Finally, a voice. Soft, familiar, mismatched with the form of the monster that does not move no matter how close Minako gets. It sounds on the verge of tears. ]
It's me.