"Remain yourself, mostly. I chose you because you fit my idiom well."
Death pauses, his fingers clasping together, and he frowns. "I really am sorry I can do nothing more than encourage you. It is in the rules by which I and my brethren are bound that we cannot go into specifics. But I will answer whatever other questions I can."
"...I fit your idiom well? What does that mean?" She bites back the even mean, but it's still in the tone, as much as she wishes it hadn't been there.
She's not going to point out that her being herself won't help him very much. She won't be able to do much, only hide in the shadows and hope to remain unseen, and somehw survive. Let him believe that she'll be useful, that is important.
"I am unaware how much you know of the Tarot. But it is an apt enough simulacrum of me and my kind. The Tarot has been used for divination as a representation of certain... concepts, ideals. In other words, an idiom. I am Death's idiom as much as Death is my idiom, miss Lindberg."
He waits for that to sink in, then adds cautiously, "Are you sure there's nothing I can get you?"
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Death pauses, his fingers clasping together, and he frowns. "I really am sorry I can do nothing more than encourage you. It is in the rules by which I and my brethren are bound that we cannot go into specifics. But I will answer whatever other questions I can."
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She's not going to point out that her being herself won't help him very much. She won't be able to do much, only hide in the shadows and hope to remain unseen, and somehw survive. Let him believe that she'll be useful, that is important.
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He waits for that to sink in, then adds cautiously, "Are you sure there's nothing I can get you?"
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She shakes her head at the question, no, she'd really not accept anything from this guy. Just in case his blood is potent enough for a blood bond.