"I do not subject anyone to my will, Felih." Death's sunken eyes harden then. "I find that assertion rather insulting, actually. And to answer your question - no, I can't do anything. I can only do what Death is capable of doing. It may seem a lot, to mortals, but it is not limitless."
At Felih's last question, Death seems a little sad for Felih's sake, and a bony hand gently presses against his chosen's shoulder. "It is possible for Haurchefant to be chosen as a Traveler. But it is not up to me to choose whom is brought here; that is all by Fortune's design. I can only mark beings for my team when they are here. I do not wish to lie to you: I think it is a very small chance. But it is a chance. That's... all I can tell you, really."
Felih's ears pin back quickly with shame when Death chastises him. "Apologies," he murmurs, tail tucked between his legs. "I- I simply..."
He was a desperate and broken soul, but his pride won't let him admit that out loud.
The kind touch to his shoulder has some tension easing out of him, though the misery lingers. The mention of his beloved's name stirs an ache in his heart, old and stubborn, and he blinks back tears. So there is truly so little a chance... He is likely to truly be parted from his fiance forever.
"I- I just... we barely had time," he says quietly, shaking his head before murmuring, "I... will do my best. I suppose it's all I can do- to try and find my way home."
To the plane where his lover's soul will one day greet him with a smile.
Death sighs, then, rubbing his temple a little. "I didn't mean to take out my frustrations on you. It's just that... many of the Travelers seem to think I enjoy this. Taking people from their universes to use as soldiers in a war, or pieces in a game, or... whatever analogy you wish to make. I don't. I enjoy seeing you learn, and transform, and recreate, and change. But if keeping you here in Liminal Space is the price I have to pay for it, I would sooner send you back home."
He pats Felih's shoulder, and adds, "If I have my way, you will see him again. Whether he is chosen as a Traveler and brought here, or your life ends and you join him Beyond... you'll see him again.
Felih's ears remain flat, drooping against his hair as he nods.
"I- it's a comfort, to hear you say that. Knowing that not all Arcana see us as toys to play with is... good. It makes being here more bearable," he murmurs. "I'm glad I was marked by you. I've heard less pleasant things about others already."
"...thank you." His heart aches. "...I just wish to hold him again."
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At Felih's last question, Death seems a little sad for Felih's sake, and a bony hand gently presses against his chosen's shoulder. "It is possible for Haurchefant to be chosen as a Traveler. But it is not up to me to choose whom is brought here; that is all by Fortune's design. I can only mark beings for my team when they are here. I do not wish to lie to you: I think it is a very small chance. But it is a chance. That's... all I can tell you, really."
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He was a desperate and broken soul, but his pride won't let him admit that out loud.
The kind touch to his shoulder has some tension easing out of him, though the misery lingers. The mention of his beloved's name stirs an ache in his heart, old and stubborn, and he blinks back tears. So there is truly so little a chance... He is likely to truly be parted from his fiance forever.
"I- I just... we barely had time," he says quietly, shaking his head before murmuring, "I... will do my best. I suppose it's all I can do- to try and find my way home."
To the plane where his lover's soul will one day greet him with a smile.
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He pats Felih's shoulder, and adds, "If I have my way, you will see him again. Whether he is chosen as a Traveler and brought here, or your life ends and you join him Beyond... you'll see him again.
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"I- it's a comfort, to hear you say that. Knowing that not all Arcana see us as toys to play with is... good. It makes being here more bearable," he murmurs. "I'm glad I was marked by you. I've heard less pleasant things about others already."
"...thank you." His heart aches. "...I just wish to hold him again."