Persephone's fumble with her words slips by Thanatos. Given the godly relations (or lack of) he's most familiar with, Thanatos leans more towards some kind of falling out that no one speaks of. And knowing that her turning into butterflies was brought about from kissing, his attention would be directed elsewhere.

Thanatos huffs lightly when Persephone says, "If he dies." It's too late for that. He's died three times already, though Thanatos has enough sense to not mention it to her.

But Zagreus has gotten stronger. Thanatos doesn't have to worry as much about him not having the Olympians' aid. He's plenty strong on his own. Yet, knowing that, why does he still worry so much over Zagreus? Is it just because they're friends? Could there be another reason he hasn't realized?

The feeling of Zagreus's most recent death is fresh in Thanatos's mind. Most people don't sense a cherished one's death which simultaneously brings about an emotional and nearly physical reaction. And then have to feel that multiple times. The hurt Thanatos feels isn't entirely comparable.

"None of my thoughts are making sense," he mutters. Thanatos feels like he's contradicting himself every other thought, repeating himself, somehow warping those words to mean the opposite of before. Which ones can he trust? Can he even trust any of them? "Everything was so much clearer before. Given everything that's happened, I don't want to complicate things more between us."

He lifts his head to look at all the living green, all the life he doesn't get to see back home. "And now... now I feel like I'm missing a part of myself seeing all this. I'm not even sure about myself anymore."