I, uh… [Strange. What to call Thanatos in the middle of all of this? He's not entirely sure, considering their last conversation was stilted, rushed, and really helped nothing about their status.] I know of an acquaintance. [Eugh. How cold.] He's told me about wars, about how many times it's not about the battles themselves but the famine and disease that follow. I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

[A tilt of his head.] Did you manage, though? To be strict?