Sain heard his father's words and stared at him in disbelief.
"Father, what do you mean?"
Thanos suppressed another cough and used the last of his strength to speak. "You're still too naive. If I leave the Titans to you, you'll destroy them sooner or later."
Sain's face twisted, and he shouted, "Am I wrong? You're too timid! You worry about everything. You could never lead the Titans to greatness!"
Ebony Maw had regained his composure. He simply watched Sain's frenzy with a cold gaze.
He had already written Sain off as a lost cause and had no intention of trying to save him.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Thanos could no longer hold back his coughing. He had no strength left to deal with his son.
But Sain only grew more agitated, as though he meant to pour out every grievance and ounce of anger he had ever held.
"You've never acknowledged me, not once since I was a child. No matter how well I did, I was worthless in your eyes!
"I'm the prince of the Titans, yet even on your deathbed, you refuse to acknowledge me. You'd rather hand the throne to an alien you've known for only six months!
"Why? Why would you do this to me?"
By the end, he had approached the throne and was staring bitterly at his father, who looked ready to die at any moment.
Then Thanos coughed up blood.
He looked at the purple blood in his hand. Suddenly, as if granted one last burst of life, his complexion improved and his coughing subsided.
"So that's how you see it... But you're right. I am the king of Titan first... and your father second..."
He rose to his feet and declared solemnly, "I hereby announce that upon my death, the throne will