θάνατος ⸻ Despite what most think about him, though in fairness Theta has confessed to having no love for mortals, that their torrid history caused him to distance himself from them as a whole, he does hold a deep affection for the ones he has come to know recently. He's not without sympathy for Peter. After all, it's not like he sought Paimon out for himself, he didn't summon him knowingly. This situation is not of his own making and it is that innocence that makes whatever heart Theta may have bleed for him.
❝ There are... Chrissy for example, when that creature came for her... ❞ He shakes his head as he thinks back on that place. Vecna created it, yes, but Theta knows that she would have ended up there regardless. He had only seen it because she was on the brink of her mortal demise. ❝ This place is oddly peaceful, I can't explain why, but I do get the sense of it... that peace. ❞
However, Peter's next question gives the being pause. How does he fight him? Alas, there is no textbook he can follow in order to break free. Of course Paimon has his own set of rules, being such as them are bound and governed by them, yet they can be bent ever so slightly. Not enough to break, but enough to give room to breathe.
❝ I wish I could give you all the answers, Peter. Simply put? I can't. Paimon is a powerful being, but you already know that. I can, however, give you guidance. ❞ His heels dig into the loose gravel below, using them to push himself back and forth idly as long worn chains squeak and groan in protest. ❝ You need to remember this place. I can help with that on the other side. ❞ Carefully, he reaches out for Peter and places a pebble in his hand, shiny and black with a symbol etched upon it. ❝ Place that in your pocket. ❞
He won't be able to take it with him in a physical sense, but Theta will be able to use it as a corner stone of sorts once he is free of this space.
❝ I'll do my part to help you, Peter... perhaps then I'll— No, never mind. ❞
