"I'm not lying." I protest unhappily as Delphia mentions that it's a tale for Mort. I frown, wondering if there will be any supernatural repercussions for picking a fight with the demigoddess who is meant to lead me into the afterlife.
Reaching down to pet the kitten—I always did like cats—I look up sharply as again the implication of this all being a lie rings brightly in my ears. "Well, the storm is back now, you can practically see it from here." I sass unhappily. I am not making this up. "And I already died once today, so i'm not too keen on going back. But by all means, go ahead."
