"How many times is she going to drag you in here?" Death asked, as he sat on office chair, his feet propped up. Though he looked casual, I could see the stiff set of his shoulders, and the storm brewing in his red eyes.
"You have got to give me answers." I demanded, walking up to his desk. He sighed as he sat up, staring at me with annoyance.
"I don't have to give you anything that I don't want to." he replied, twirling a blackened sunflower stem in his hand.
"You do if it kills me." I replied flatly, and he sighed as he dropped the stem.
"All you need to know, was that wasn't me." he answered, his scythe making an appearance as it shone gently even in the darkness.
"Life still wants me dead. To restore the balance or whatever." I replied, and Death nodded, not even bothering to lie.
