[ Thanatos looks at how he's holding it and to Persephone's outstretched hands. He's never actually relinquished his scythe to another before, and he's not sure it's even possible. Twirling his scythe around to switch his grip, he holds it out to Persephone to take.
Once she grasps it, the scythe shrinks and goes limp in her grasp. ]
Oh.
[ He looks at what is now long strands of familiar silvery hair. ]
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Once she grasps it, the scythe shrinks and goes limp in her grasp. ]
Oh.
[ He looks at what is now long strands of familiar silvery hair. ]
Apparently, my sisters have a sense of humor.