"Oh, Remi. Please don't be afraid here." Mort's smile grows warm and radiant even as the Lullaby's wavers, and he reaches out to clasp both hands over Remi's left, as if to still the fussing of his wedding band. "You are perfectly safe and alive, I promise. Now, and when you leave this place." Squeezing his hand, the God of Death sits back, turns, and offers Remi a pastry from one of the picnic plates.
"You have been with Ludo for a long time now, haven't you?" he continues, voice soft and melodic. "Longer than many of its other chosen, I daresay." Setting the plate down and going about pouring some tea, his expression turns sad; the ageless sort of sorrow that comes from an eternity of knowing. "It has taken its toll on you, becoming this. Ludo knows it, and so do I."
"You have been with Ludo for a long time now, haven't you?" he continues, voice soft and melodic. "Longer than many of its other chosen, I daresay." Setting the plate down and going about pouring some tea, his expression turns sad; the ageless sort of sorrow that comes from an eternity of knowing. "It has taken its toll on you, becoming this. Ludo knows it, and so do I."
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