[Ash had long ago accepted there was nothing in the world that could end his existence, no matter how much he desperately wanted-- no, needed an end to it all.

He'd never asked to become immortal. Never asked for so many people to die because of him, either directly or indirectly. Caught up in the currents of a demon's merrymaking and a man's obsession with immortality, he'd never been given a choice or an out, left in a state of drowning in perpetuity yet unable to die. The weight of it all was too much for his heart and soul, the fear, pain and self-loathing hollowing him out from the inside.

He was so tired.]

I know... it's selfish. [He knows Thanatos cares about 'Kuro', the person he would never be. That he isn't him, and could never be him. To ask this as essentially a stranger was selfish.] But... no one else can. I've tried. So many ways... and nothing can end it.

[His voice cracks on the words, breaking softly as he continues. There's wetness in his eyes, desperate emotion bubbling up from the depths of his numbed soul.] You.... You're the only one I can ask.

[He reaches out to grasp for god's wrist, his touch light, hesitant-- as if he hasn't touched anyone like this in quite a long time.] Please.