"It knows, Remi," Mort whispers through a laugh, reaching out with his free hand to catch the tears falling down the Lullaby's cheeks. "For every time it has protected you - and more - you have taken away the pain of someone's passing, just as it has asked you to do. It asks no more of you. In fact," he continues, leaning in close, curls to curls, "between you and I, this was Ludo's idea."
Sitting back, a spectral sun dappling through the trees to cast them in rays of golden light, Mort listens with patience to Remi's questions and concerns. "You are already doing it," he says, grinning. "Each time you take a blow intended for another, you brush your fingers against the door to my halls. You are a safeguard, Remi - a bastion of hope for others to gather beneath. They see you and they know I whisper your name instead of theirs, each time they make it out alive."
Sitting back, a spectral sun dappling through the trees to cast them in rays of golden light, Mort listens with patience to Remi's questions and concerns. "You are already doing it," he says, grinning. "Each time you take a blow intended for another, you brush your fingers against the door to my halls. You are a safeguard, Remi - a bastion of hope for others to gather beneath. They see you and they know I whisper your name instead of theirs, each time they make it out alive."
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