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*she waits a few moments before replying* you do what you gotta do.
*jumping slightly at his sudden movement of leaning on her before relaxing her head forward in thought of his words* That's just how Death is. I'm lucky to have experienced as much as I have. *her voice low and quiet, but she smiles slightly at the memories ,with the fragments of face she has left* thank you for that.
*her wings now dissipated and her black cloak forming in it's place, she turns to look at him, putting her skeletal hands on his shoulders to hold him up as she looked at him with her blue star like eyes, as the last of her skin and muscle seems to fade, her voice becoming low and hollow* but you're not dead yet. there is still time.