“You’ll... die?” Hypnos blinked, taken aback by both the statement and the implications behind it. He’d never known a stranger to admit something so serious so easily, and the matter-of-factness of it had been... unnerving. Perhaps it had been meant as a simple piece of information, but Kane’s reluctance to reveal his true nature made that seem unlikely. Plus... there had been an urgency in his voice that made the statement sound almost like a plea.
Instead of answers, Hypnos only found himself with more questions. He had no reason not to believe that this man really would die, but that only made him wonder why. What kind of creature needed the presence of a mortal to survive? All deities needed mortals in an indirect way, to believe in them and insure their existence, but this man seemed to need something more. But what? Whatever it was, he seemed to need it fairly often... and he seemed to take it while the mortal slept. It just seemed... strange. Sinister.
Although he didn’t have a problem with gods who hurt mortals in a general sense, Hypnos felt a certain amount of attachment to the humans he came into personal contact with. The woman whose room they were standing in was someone who had caught his eye, someone he had followed home and helped. He wasn’t exactly possessive of her, but there was a part of him that didn’t want her to be harmed. If Kane was here to hurt her... he at least had to know why.
“Okay...” he said, glancing between Kane and the sleeping woman. “Okay. I won’t try to stop you.” He held up his hands and took another step back. “But... I’d still like to know what you are.”