“Mmm…No…” Death said. “Don’t think of it like that. It’s more like…washing dishes. Your hands get cleaner, not dirtier. And…you’re helping them to clean away their dirt. It all just washes away in the end.”
She stared at him, her typical, penetrating stare, as she processed what he was saying.
“I just…I don’t want to be tied to anyone. I don’t want to be linked…”
“You cannot be linked. You are not like them. Your soul was never like their souls.”
She sighed, a little exasperated. It was always riddles with Him.
“Fine. Let’s just get this done. I’ve got things to do.”
Death smirked his bony smirk at her as she turned away.
She really isn’t like them, is she?