Somebody's Going to Regret....Something
Ever since the Crazy Minato showed up, Thanatos has been thinking. Granted, that alone is a miracle, but he's been really thinking, okay?
A world that doesn't allow someone to die, to keep repeating the same year over and over? No one has any free will? What kind of world is that? It bothers him, not only on a personal level, but in a way that's an affront to his very being, his nature. What's that world like?
But, he hasn't been able to delve into this mystery very much. What with Mitsuru and the shop and now Hypnos' Kids from the Future (really? Really?) he's been pretty busy.
Things have calmed down, though, and it didn't take a lot of time to find the door, what with Castor leading the way. Why don't people just ask Castor to help find their door, anyway? Oh well.
Thanatos stares at the door, sipping at his slurpee as Castor sits there panting, all proud.
After about five minutes, he finally manages to open the door and poke his head inside.
A world that doesn't allow someone to die, to keep repeating the same year over and over? No one has any free will? What kind of world is that? It bothers him, not only on a personal level, but in a way that's an affront to his very being, his nature. What's that world like?
But, he hasn't been able to delve into this mystery very much. What with Mitsuru and the shop and now Hypnos' Kids from the Future (really? Really?) he's been pretty busy.
Things have calmed down, though, and it didn't take a lot of time to find the door, what with Castor leading the way. Why don't people just ask Castor to help find their door, anyway? Oh well.
Thanatos stares at the door, sipping at his slurpee as Castor sits there panting, all proud.
After about five minutes, he finally manages to open the door and poke his head inside.