Subject: "You got hit by a drunk driver."
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Posted on: 2016-10-25 04:24:00 UTC
Death's voice has no compassion in it; her tone is as casual as one's would be when discussing the weather. "Sorry, that's just how it goes. If you'd been just a minute earlier or a minute later, you'd have lived to see your grandkids grow up and get married, and Claeryn would be the one explaining things to you. But we don't have time for 'what-ifs'; you've got a whole new life to explore! Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go and get an old grandpa from Ksstrashik." She begins fading away. "I'll come back when things get a little more... interesting."
"Such a dramatic..." Hezrak grinds his teeth. "Well, she knows exactly what I think of her, and it doesn't bother her one whit." He straightens his robes imperiously. "I can let you use the guest room at my place until we find more suitable accommodations. If you can't sleep—and I wouldn't blame you one bit if you can't—you may borrow a few books I have on hand about magic. If humans haven't yet achieved long-distance space travel, then magic would certainly be beyond them. I can understand why you would be excited."