And when those mortals ask that of other gods... well, Thanatos can't even grant them peace from their suffering. Their threads of life are woven away from him and tied to the god that cursed them.

Thanatos looks across at those resting on pillows and drinking their cocoa. However, he doesn't see them, exactly. He's picturing the mortals back home. His world currently is filled with those kind of immortals. Even worse, Thanatos can't trust that the Olympians are doing more to care for them in the meantime.

"Death, do you know how to sever a tether?"