[If Thanatos were not the kind of being he is, perhaps Zekarion's answer would have delved more into the idea of what it means to be a hero—a topic he's long been invested in. But the gaze that meets Death's through the reflection in the shop's window is sharp, and instead, he retorts in a low voice:]

So our misery should continue for the sake of your enjoyment? So you can watch those rare few of us rise above it while all the rest drown in the attempt?