Thanatos chuckles a little. "I was actually here to talk to him," he admits, "But, well..." He lets it trail off with a hopeless sort of shrug. They don't know each other very well, and probably won't at this point, seeing as Meteion was the one who dragged Thanatos over in the first place. Not to mention he can guess why Emet-Selch might be here meeting with him. Seems the man's time in Elpis may be reaching an end.

He looks over through the flowers at the familiar, his braid draped over his shoulder to avoid him laying on it. "I don't know how much of it is which here, honestly," he says, "I don't submit concepts very often, at least not ones meant for here. I'm sure it's plenty complicated." And the type of bureaucratic complicated that he hates, almost certainly.

Which is why the conversation turning more to art makes him smile. "That's why I like it so much," he admits, "There's so much variation in even a single work, and different parts hit differently for different people. And that's before you add in performance interpretations... I've sort of been trying to see how far that can go."