"Death," I began tentatively, grappling with the uncertainty in the air. I felt the need to talk about the topic, even though it seemed pretty awkward and almost stupid to ask.
"Yes?" Death glanced at me, his crimson eyes meeting mine.
We were now back in the In-Between. The realm between the World of the Living and the Afterlife stretched in all directions, an eternal expanse of boundless darkness that seemed to absorb all light.
"What are we?"
He blinked blankly.
"What do you mean?" He responded, eyebrows furrowing. The skin between them creased slightly, betraying a hint of confusion.
"I mean," I said, clearing my throat, my fingers fidgeting with my collar. "Are we like... an item?"
"Silly, you." Death chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "We aren't objects. You're the Reaped, while I'm the Reaper--"
