"I haven't heard anyone do that, but I guess that's not a surprise?" Orpheus puts the pamphlet back in his pocket, figuring Thanatos probably doesn't need another copy. "It's - um."

How to phrase this? It was weird enough for him finding out how people around here thought about the gods, and he's not one of them. He thinks about it for a moment, before starting again.

"A lot of people here, they remember you - the gods, I mean - but they don't think you're real. Or at least, not anymore. They call you ancient and talk about you like you're an old superstition. So I guess sometimes they use your names and likenesses without really knowing who you - are? Were?" He gives Thanatos an apologetic look, like it's his fault that Sodder is borrowing Hypnos's name or that the mortals of this place have forgotten his existence.