[Is this a strange creature? A substance? The way she thrashes and coalesces reminds Thanatos of Shadows, the formless ones in Tartarus before they are provoked into a certain form. But he’s certain that this is no Shadow — at least, not one that is from his own world, in the way that Thanatos feels no connection towards her.
Still, her garbles grow distinct, and that is how he knows this is a sentient form. One of the Chosen, then, and the target of his mission. There is no way he can leave her alone in her misery.
Thanatos tries to think of a way to get her to calm down, to say soothing words, but finally he understands the sounds that she screeches.]
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Still, her garbles grow distinct, and that is how he knows this is a sentient form. One of the Chosen, then, and the target of his mission. There is no way he can leave her alone in her misery.
Thanatos tries to think of a way to get her to calm down, to say soothing words, but finally he understands the sounds that she screeches.]
Them? Who’s them?