[At first he doesn't think much of it. It's when it starts spreading through his whole body that there's a bit of an internal freak out. This... no, this was different than the last time. And blinking once brought his perspective back there again. Nothing but darkness and still wrapped in those wires always bleeding and feeling his hand and the right side of his face rotting away in a way oddly reminiscent of when Thanatos went missing. But something's different. Someone else was there. And the moment he picks up on whose presence it is, he's down on his knees and holding both arms over his head despite how badly the wires rip into him or that strange pins and needles feeling gets. Thanatos why are you here please leave I don't want you to see me like this...]
[And despite that, the presence doesn't leave. Relaxing... it was a nice change to the usual feeling of bleak solitude. Then suddenly everything spins and in another blink he's right back there where it's raining, half soaked since the umbrella fell out of his hands in his daze. Then simply slumps against the other. Everything was back to normal, but what the hell just happened? And why do I suddenly feel just... less?]
[Then both eyes land on the small butterfly with a quiet gasp. When did that thing get here? Have those platinum eyes now locked on you, Thanatos.] What did you...?
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[And despite that, the presence doesn't leave. Relaxing... it was a nice change to the usual feeling of bleak solitude. Then suddenly everything spins and in another blink he's right back there where it's raining, half soaked since the umbrella fell out of his hands in his daze. Then simply slumps against the other. Everything was back to normal, but what the hell just happened? And why do I suddenly feel just... less?]
[Then both eyes land on the small butterfly with a quiet gasp. When did that thing get here? Have those platinum eyes now locked on you, Thanatos.] What did you...?