[Blood and Darkness, he'd been thinking it would never end. When there's that resounding roar at last and Hijitaka confirms their victory, he lowers his scythe slightly as the only real indication of his own sense of exhaustion and lets out a soft sigh of relief.

He does make a small motion as if to stop the man from sheathing his sword like that, but too late in the noticing of his intention he isn't quite quick enough to stop it. No matter, he supposes, as blood slides slowly down the blade of his own weapon and drips from the sharp tip.]

We do need to move on. [Thanatos replies with an uneasy look. It's not easy to refuse a plea like that, though, and he pinches the bridge of his nose for a moment before he drops his shoulders in defeat.]

Fine. But if something else happens, I am lifting you up and taking you out of here whether you like it or not.