Death raises an eyebrow, incredulously. "I suppose he is more... blunt than some of us, yes. But he is hardly honest. If you are looking for Honesty, you should speak to Sun." He shifts, crossing his legs the other way before adding, "I have not, nor will I ever, lie to you. There are simply some things I cannot say, due to the way this cycle has been set up. But I will answer what questions I can."
Death whips his hand, and a clean white handkerchief with skull lace trim appears in it. He gently twists the fabric in his bony fingers, offering it to Toby by holding it at arm's length toward her.
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Death whips his hand, and a clean white handkerchief with skull lace trim appears in it. He gently twists the fabric in his bony fingers, offering it to Toby by holding it at arm's length toward her.