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This again? No, I should think not.

I had hoped your fondness for me was just a whim. To be back again after... how long has it been? More than a year, I believe, and my most recent memory was my time spent as that young girl who wouldn't stop crying.

I didn't particularly enjoy seeing myself behave that way on account of her inhabiting my body, not to mention the absolute stupidity of allowing a clueless mortal take on my role like that. The consequences could have been disastrous.

I'd much rather fade into obscurity than deal with you again. Leave me be.

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...now you are interesting.

Ah, what was that expression? "A really big whale?" Hmn... no. But it does seem to tie in to your relative importance to the rest of these, I would think.

I haven't the slightest idea. You've butchered whatever you had in mind to say beyond all recognition.

[Though he totally knows he's important.]

It matters not. Idioms are not a skill I have mastered.

The more important question is this: with the vast power you posses, do you consider yourself a creature of order?

It has always been the duty of the Four Horsemen to maintain order in the universe. I am no exception.

Why do you ask?

Ah, I see. I see.

[She pauses a minute, closing her eyes to process that little bit of information.]

Hmn? Oh. I had formed two competing hypotheses, seeing all the creatures of order here, and I was not sure which would prevail.

On one hand, I theorized that once a creature of order amassed enough power, they would desire to use that power to their own ends. Once their very being begins to alter the laws which are called physics and natural processes, they would create and destroy at their own will. In short, they would become an abomination to the restrictions that were imposed upon them. They would become one of us, a creature of chaos.

[There are a lot of things he could say to that really; the last creature of chaos he encountered was so much of a threat he had to make killing it his top priority. Whatever's behind this facade, well...he'll have to question it further.

But that could wait. His response is in that same calm tone he's maintained thus far.]

Such a fate befell a man I once knew; I made a point of killing him myself. It isn't an experience I would want myself to suffer through.

What is the second?

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You, apparently.

[She's rather pleased at this?]

And what exactly motivates your interest, old one?

Old? Hmn. Old. I suppose I could be. But age is such a relative thing. And relatively speaking I am quite young.

Ah, but your question. Yes. While a dichotomy would be a vast oversimplification, the fact is there are two realms that we can plainly identify: order and chaos. Now, one would think, that as chaos represents unsuppressed change and indomitable power that the structure and form of order would eventually succumb to it. And it does. Usually. As life and energy perpetually moves toward death and entropy the permanence of this state is temporary at best. Even galaxies will succumb and crumble in the span of eons. And as an hour of our time is as a minute to a millennium in yours, we have time to watch it do so.

But despite this order persists. This realm is maintained. And even more, my kind has been defeated by creatures of order more often than we have prevailed.

This posses an interesting question with those of us with the presence of mind to ask: "Why?"

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Who can say? You wouldn't be the first to question it. Some say logical reasoning cannot be applied to that which holds order together - "bonds", "hope", "love" - immaterial concepts we cannot grasp, cannot quite understand, yet they motivate those who would maintain order by cutting down those who spread chaos, primarily to protect those who inspire these ideals or emotions within themselves. The forces of order stand united against chaos, whereas chaos leads itself in a frantic, directionless manner. It often holds more power, but lacks the focus and concentrated efforts the forces of order can produce.

However, I am not someone who can give you an answer. Death maintains order simply by nature - no matter which a person strives to uphold and maintain, chaos or order, one day they will die and everything they established will crumble to nothing. That is what I do. I am the end of all things, and with the end comes the stillness of non-existence, the embodiment of order itself.

A side effect of my role, if you will. Nothing more.

That was not a question for you to answer.

[She huffs.]

I know that is not a question for one to answer. Even in the asking of that question I found more questions to ask. This is why I am here. I seek to understand order.

[Wrap your head around that one.]

Though even among my kind there are those with far greater power still. My realm is sound, but there are others of far greater scope and scale. Ones which even surpass you. The watcher of the boundaries. The floating chasms that devour all. The erupting sparks of perpetual fire. [She pauses.] The source of fate. Any of these surpasses you. Surpasses us all. We are fortunate that they have no presence of mind to desire more than to be as they are. For their movements would see the ends of countless galaxies and those of us.

The fate walker is perhaps the most powerful of us all. For everything acts according to his will. It might have been that even order was his own creation. I cannot say.

Then why engage me at all, if you believe I cannot provide an answer? If you're simply looking for someone to talk at, I'm afraid I've never been a very good listener.

[Said that bit scathingly. Truthfully, his position as Death gives him no reason not to believe everything dies sooner or later - especially things that believe they can't die. He feels like they'd get nowhere if they started arguing about it though.]

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[TCH.]

You are sufficient to answer the question as far as you know. Any further knowledge on your part is entirely based on conjecture and wholly unnecessary. I suppose I could listen to your theoretical, but as you say, it is not based on your own experiences.

And if it is not what is then why should I bother with what you suppose may be true?

[She is nothing if not cordial. She'd even be more than happy to discuss that last part. But then again, for all of her knowledge you are merely a baby eldritch being of order.]

[Conjecture really is all he can do. There are probably Deaths out there who have very intimate knowledge of the universe and why it works, but not this one. He only knows what he experiences, or learns from others.]

You may be right in saying I can't provide a solid answer, but I don't believe anybody can. Someone may have known everything there is to know about the multiverse - perhaps all of reality - close to it's earliest days, but the nature of those who inhabit it change it far too much on a daily basis. I can't accept everything is working in accordance with some grand plan, as if we are all bound by fate. Defying fate is a large part of living for many of the people you will meet here. It's the only way things can truly change.

But if you wish, I can give you my answer, regardless of whether or not it is "correct".

That is the most I can expect from you.

It would be unreasonable to expect more, no?

I believe both are simply required to keep everything in balance. It isn't so much that Order and Chaos define us, but that we define the concepts entirely through our collective behavior and how we effect our environment.

With chaos comes destruction; perhaps simply of the old order that had been established prior, perhaps literal with death and destruction laying waste to it's environment. Regardless, it breaks down Order and leaves behind nothing in it's wake.

If we imagine the Chaos in this case to be our Villain and order to be our Hero, it will all end as cliche as you would expect - the Hero succeeds in defeating the Villain, allowing society to rebuild and maintain Order once more, but of a different variety than before. It rids itself of the stagnation the old order was beginning to succumb to.

But imagine our Hero struggles to maintain his Order in any way he can. He becomes a tyrant, so strict in his behavior that his environment suffers. Eventually, one who represents Chaos may rise and defeat him, and in this case Order becomes our Villain and Chaos becomes our Hero. Someone else takes charge, re-establishing a new order, and so the cycle continues.

This way, people die, empires fall and the old gives way for the new. With too much order, eventually everything would decay, but with too much chaos, nothing would ever last.

It's simply that the nature of your brethren isn't the lasting force, but the one that invokes change. Vital, but fleeting.

Wow, you're a lot less hot outside my continuity.

And something tells me I should be grateful you don't exist within mine.

Hey, c'mon, we can still be buddies! Sort of. You'll have to change the haircut though.

I don't make "buddies". Even if I did, I wouldn't make a habit of getting a haircut to accommodate their personal tastes, either.

Don't be lame, dude.

Are all the guys from your game just rays of sunshine? We have one guy in here, jeeze, you think a smile would snap his jaw off. I don't think I've seen the fucking geezer smile since he got here.

It's a particularly grim universe. Generally speaking, nobody has much of a reason to.

[Sorry deadpool, he's not exactly the life of the party. ~~get it~~]

[~~Get out~~]

... And why doesn't War smile? He's a huge guy with a million weapons. What reason does he have to be so bitchy?

My brother has been put through much by external forces. He has plenty of reasons to be morose.

But speak ill of him further and I will ensure you speak no longer.

Okay geeze, I get it, don't make fun of your baby brother.

Just saying.

Besides, would you expect the embodiment of War to be anything but grim? Conflict in itself isn't a lighthearted occurrence.

[Well, unless you're someone like Deadpool, but details.]

... Heh. Heh heh. Actually. Hate to bust your bubble like this but it ain't a party till there's a war.

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