You were floating down the Styx, on that small boat that somehow appeared each time you made your way home. But.. this time, you heard a similar toll. “Guh-donnng.”

You would have perked right up, but you were already so incredibly tired—you had just died, after all. You slowly opened your eyes, to see Thanatos, sitting cross-legged on the other side of the small boat, barely fitting the two of you. His hand reached out to smear some of the blood off your face. “Zag..” He murmured, studying you. He didn’t look empathetic, really, just.. sad. He was too late in helping you.

“Is this what it’s like for the mortals?” You asked weakly. He gave a brief smile. “I normally don’t stay with them this long.” You smiled in return. “Oh.. so.. s-“ You held back a bloody cough. “..special treatment.” Thanatos gave a smirk, and sighed. “Special treatment, Zagreus.” He murmured, wiping more blood from your lips and forehead. He opened his mouth to talk. “I could just ease you down along the Styx, if that’s what—“

You were quick to stifle his words. You weakly squeezed his wrist. “And loose a chance to see you..? No way.”

Thanatos softly smiled, continuing to wipe flood from you. His brows furrowed, deep in thought.