-living. He had no memories of being anything else than what he was now. He didn't know how he came to be, all he knew was the void before he gained a physical form.

"I apologise... If my question was... Unpleasant."

- memories... Laughter, joy, they keep... People sane. I have seen this... A lot in the dead. Their... Souls barely hold on... Against the tide of negative by... Holding onto a sliver of the... Positive."

Another slow nod. It was... Something he envied about the -

- of thing...

"Everyone is... different. The living aren't that... different, they are... just complex."

His eyes finally moved up to look at the other, a tilt of his head.

"What about... you? Do you... not have any... happy memories to hold... on to?"

- light?"

It was genuine curiosity. Perhaps he had gotten more curious about emotions and the reason behind the actions of the living, but he never understood this side of being alive.

That actually fits really well, cheers!

- more... chances. Just... void. It's also... about a... thousand times more... painful than... death."

He was not joking at all. The shattering of a soul was like living through all past deaths all at once, not to mention, your very being ripping to shreds. Every single strand.

- the fabric of reality itself. With a nod, he took a sip.

"But it's... a good thing you didn't. It's... worse than... death."

-someone... that is brutally... murdered life after... life. Or someone that... has completely... liven up for various.. reasons."

He tapped the sill thoughtfully.

"The soul either... returns to the cosmos... or simply vanishes. Either way... they can't live... again."

-to lead their loved ones safely, wishes to stay away from their loved ones, for some reason, praying for riches (Pretty sure they thought it was a different shrine), etc.

"Souls shatter... when sustaining... too much trauma.. or giving up... hope. For example, -

- appeared and told them.

"That is... indeed a part.. of the job. Though, I... receive... plenty of thanks... from the souls... themselves. Unless they... break and scatter."

He hummed out as if it was no big deal. Which, I suppose for him, it really wasn't.

-against the sill.

"Explaining... it is harder... than comprehending."

-where I... exist at once."

Death doesn't offer such things. Killing someone, either out of mercy or otherwise causes more issues than anything. Even those hunters last time had caused a few tangles in the threads of fate.

- of the leaf back outside, his eyes returning to the other.

"Many, yes. With... the living constantly... dying, I need... someone to lead... them to the... afterlife. I can't... extend my presence... to the millions... of worlds -

-floating leaf that was about to intrude through the window.

"It's not easy, but... I don't always... handle tasks like that... alone."

- apologies."

He won't make promises that he won't visit the topic again, since it might come up sooner or later, but at least he can try to steer clear of starting them.

"You are not."

He moved his and to catch a -