[ It's a terrible night for the curious to be out in the woods, following so obvious a trail from the outskirts of town straight into the forest. In the path to Thanatos, it's clear there's been a struggle: trees torn up from the top down near the entrance as if of something that's come crashing down from the sky, trees bearing gashes upon their trunks in casualty of more than one battle, the absence of trees in some area that have been burnt away too cleanly to be natural.
And then, Thanatos, mirroring Souji as it stills and regards him coldly with empty eyes beneath its mask.
Is it...? What?
It's very tired, back hunched and jaws slow to open as it regards Souji for a moment longer. Then draws its sword from the scabbard at its waist, quicker to fight than to flee. ]
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And then, Thanatos, mirroring Souji as it stills and regards him coldly with empty eyes beneath its mask.
Is it...? What?
It's very tired, back hunched and jaws slow to open as it regards Souji for a moment longer. Then draws its sword from the scabbard at its waist, quicker to fight than to flee. ]