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[ridesheadless]

[Displeased.]

Wherever you go, death follows.

Comments

[whatmenfear]

Rather a bold statement to be making to a stranger.

[notarambler]

I know....god do I know.

[ridesheadless]

It is. But it's also absolutely true. You and I both know that, don't we?

[ridesheadless]

Sam...I know it isn't your fault but...something has to be done. I want to help you.

[whatmenfear]

I'll not deny it. Though I do wonder as to the point you are trying to make.

[ridesheadless]

Do you have any pity? Any shred of remorse?

[whatmenfear]

What a curious question.

[ridesheadless]

I'm curious about the nature of a man who reeks of death the way you do. Hence the question. Which still needs an answer, by the way.

[whatmenfear]

I am no man. [ Close to six hundred years of life would bleed much of the humanity from any soul much less one as tarnished as his. ] And have not been for some time.

[ He inclines his head, studying her with sharp hazel eyes. Accessing, perhaps. ] Though if you must know, I take no particular joy in what I am. Nor do I deny my nature.

[notarambler]

There is only one way and we both know it. Reap my soul.

[ridesheadless]

Being 'human' and being 'man' are two totally different things. Obviously you're not human, there's no mortal who could be as close to death as you are. I know that much.

[What she can't tell is exactly what he is, if not human.]

The fact that you don't enjoy it though is indeed telling of your true nature.

[ridesheadless]

[She looks wounded at that.]

How can you even say that?!

[whatmenfear]

[ There's a flicker of amusement at the admission. ] And you were off to such a fine start.

[ridesheadless]

What, did I touch a nerve?

[notarambler]

I'm cursed and the only time any one had any peace was when I was in hell. What else can we do?

[whatmenfear]

Are you in the habit of blithe accusations and demands for answers? [ He lifts his mug of coffee, turning it around in his hand. He leans forward, blowing across the surface. ]

I'm not the only one with secrets here.

[ridesheadless]

[She tilts a brow and sets her hands on her hips.]

If I came off as rude, I apologize. But, yes, when I'm curious of something that concerns my job, I demand answers.

And if you want to know something, go right ahead and ask!

[ridesheadless]

You didn't have peace in Hell. And I wouldn't either if you went back there...

Sam, we can figure this out, we can find a way...

[notarambler]

What can we do? Dean is doomed, Castiel's Grace is running out again and it's my fault. They should have let me die and you should be do the same.

[son_ofsparda]

All part the game.

[ridesheadless]

Sam, stop - no, I'm not going to do that! It wasn't your time yet.

Why don't we just run? Just you and me, we can get away from it all.

[ridesheadless]

Death isn't a game, idiot. It's serious!!

[son_ofsparda]

I think it's a part of life and people should deal with it.

[notarambler]

[Sam laughs and shakes his head.]

I tried that...I ran away and a girl died. And you can't run away people need Death.

[ridesheadless]

That can't happen with me, remember? Death doesn't really apply to me like it applies to other people. And I'm not the only Reaper Death has anyway.