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Well lovely you've got me set up with this nice little journal here-- brill name by the way, though I don't think me boss will be too pleased if he hears it. Big Man in charge is the only Death. We're all more like messengers, or maybe guides would be a better fit. Either way I'm no more Death than you are, just a cloak carrying member of the Reaper's Union.

I've gotten off track haven't I? What was I saying again?

Oh! Yes, right. So now that you've got me set up with this pretty journal think you might send me somewhere? Anywhere's fine really, though somewhere I won't be needing to break out the scythe too often I'd prefer. I know it ain't the standard farming equipment, but that don't mean I want to be fighting in any battles ya hear?

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[Lucy smiles, a business card materializing in her hand from black smoke.]

I'm a Grim Reaper yes. [She offers her card with the curly green writing: Lucy P. Oswald, Grim Reaper] But you really have nothing to worry about I don't go around reaping willy nilly.

...That's a neat trick. [Creepy, but neat. She reaches out and takes the card, looking it over.]

Huh. Naw, Death missed me at least twice in one night, I think I'm safe. [There's just a trace of bitterness there, then it's gone. Ciaran glances up, wiggling the card.]

This is a thing? Having cards to announce yourselves, I mean.

You've had some near death experiences then I take it? Sorry to hear that lovely. Death only gets us involved in those if you're meant to be having some kind of out of body experience during.

[She laughs.]

Oh no. I'm certainly not the only one who has them, but they're more of a novelty really. I don't often get to bring them out.

When I was six. My family- my parents died. [She's still utterly convinced her brother's alive, she just doesn't have a way to prove it.] The bullets and the bomb missed me. [Wars are so much fun, except when they're not.]

[Ciaran shakes her head, playing with an edge of the card.] How many of you are there?

[Her expression softens at that. To Lucy death is as natural as life, but she's always had a weakness for the suffering of children. She doesn't think, "death is natural and inevitable" will comfort her though.]

There are thousands of us. We've got a union.

[Nope, it wouldn't. Probably trip off demands to know what the point was, tearing her family away from her. Not that she wasn't adopted by people that love her just as much, but.]

...Thousands? I'd actually thought maybe more, what with all the people. Isn't it a lot of work? [A Reapers union. Wow.]

Not really, it's about fourteen, fifteen people a day per Reaper? World wide you only have about fifteen hundred thousand deaths a day.

[Ha, only.]

Have you had to reap many kids? There was this girl that- when my parents died. She looked like me, the hospital got us mixed up. [She's wondering what that little girl went through, and not for the first time. Did she die alone, or was there someone with her at the end?] They must be scared.

No one is alone at the end. The job of a reaper is to guide souls to what comes next.

[Children's deaths are the only ones that ever feel wrong to her. A Teddy bear appears in Lucy's hands, much the way the business card had.]

I keep these for those times. For when we have to guide children. It helps, a little, I think, if they have a friend to take with them.

[Ciaran reaches out to touch the bear with her free hand, stopping just before she touches the fur. She lets her hand fall and smiles, just a little.]

I'm happy that you do that for them. I hope someone did for her.

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