Around them the very forest seems to burst with colour, and though it might be due to Mort, it's because of Remi's words. "You are so, so wonderful," the deity whispers, smiling deeply enough to round the apples of his cheeks, and he abandons the tea to reach out and take Remi's hand - his right hand, this time - such that the spirit within it will fizz with delight.
"But I mean to offer you much more than a change of shape." Scooting closer, as if they are two old friends meeting after a long time apart, Mort smiles out at the spectral forest. "I find," he says softly, secretively, "that those who have been through the most hardship are the most beautiful souls of all." Glancing sidelong at Remi, death shoots him a playful smile.
"It would be my pleasure to make a place for a soul like that at my side."
"But I mean to offer you much more than a change of shape." Scooting closer, as if they are two old friends meeting after a long time apart, Mort smiles out at the spectral forest. "I find," he says softly, secretively, "that those who have been through the most hardship are the most beautiful souls of all." Glancing sidelong at Remi, death shoots him a playful smile.
"It would be my pleasure to make a place for a soul like that at my side."
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