[ Thanatos fights. He knows he can... somehow, but that's not his role. Death, that heavy word weighs on him in both an oppressive and familiar way. ]

If I'm a god of death, then... that might explain what I sensed earlier. Still, I seem to remember more the words of those who cursed me, spat at me, attacked me, and looked upon me in terror or rage.

[ He flexes his fingers again, and this time a sword appears in his hand. It may not be the terrifying tool of death many associate with him now, but it is his first. ]

And does anyone need someone as hated as me? What can I do for either side of this fight? Why should I get involved?

[ Death must remain neutral, right? Let no one sway him. Not even himself and his own wants. ]