Death purses his lips a moment in thought, then, after a moment, answers:
"There is a good reason the old Veterans did not wish lives to be lost in Liminal Space. I do not wish to use my 'infirmary' unless it is necessary. To remake your body is easy, but your sentience..." He shakes his head, wearily. "Your sentience must be preserved at all costs. Not only because you are integral to this tournament, but also because I would be lesser for it were I to allow one of you to die needlessly. And I am growing rather fond of you all, for what that's worth."
He shrugs his bony shoulders. "Sadly I am not given much space to perform my art. I understand the tight quarters were troublesome, but were you to get out of it before you were healed, you might have merely died again. Futher, to allow for greater freedom of movement within the ectoplasmic chamber might cause... unwanted side effects. You saw the side effects merely from your struggling."
"We don't want to talk about the side effects!" they snap. They want to do anything but talk about it, to have to think about what it was like, how it felt...
He falls silent for a moment.
"I'd like to go back now," he says flatly. Because right they're just arguing about the Floor, with Death trying to persuade him that it was bloody necessary and that he actually gives a damn about their wellbeing, and Matthew finding it very hard to believe it.
And right now, he's just tired of this conversation.
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"There is a good reason the old Veterans did not wish lives to be lost in Liminal Space. I do not wish to use my 'infirmary' unless it is necessary. To remake your body is easy, but your sentience..." He shakes his head, wearily. "Your sentience must be preserved at all costs. Not only because you are integral to this tournament, but also because I would be lesser for it were I to allow one of you to die needlessly. And I am growing rather fond of you all, for what that's worth."
He shrugs his bony shoulders. "Sadly I am not given much space to perform my art. I understand the tight quarters were troublesome, but were you to get out of it before you were healed, you might have merely died again. Futher, to allow for greater freedom of movement within the ectoplasmic chamber might cause... unwanted side effects. You saw the side effects merely from your struggling."
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He falls silent for a moment.
"I'd like to go back now," he says flatly. Because right they're just arguing about the Floor, with Death trying to persuade him that it was bloody necessary and that he actually gives a damn about their wellbeing, and Matthew finding it very hard to believe it.
And right now, he's just tired of this conversation.
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"Come on, Nancy," he says, before sweeping out through the portal, the pigeon fluttering along behind him.