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Death stares at his daughter for a while, whatever he's thinking is being obscured by the shadow his hood casts over his eyes.
"...Do you want your present or not, Amy?"
Amy: I'd rather not have someone who's only here out of fear if I'm honest. and you know you can't mess with the system. this is why I took over. Take him home.