2024-07-15 - 7.1.3- Death

Death's mind is, not static as the Emperor's had been, but slow. Looping. It can't even be dizzying as it repeats and repeats and repeats. An empty surface, hollow repetition, and something deeper Diath can't reach, especially not with the brief touch she receives.

She reaches out feelings of support and comfort as best she can in that brief time, mind barely managing a flicker of light and a touch of chill against a moving target, but can't help wondering why, if this cycle haunts her so, Death doesn't just walk away. She could do it! What's holding her back? It's not like she's stuck in an egg-

Oh dear, she's beginning to sound like Kanyoth.

Thought she reaches out after Death as far as she can, sends what she hopes are helpful feelings her way, Diath laments that she may not be chosen. Maybe, if there was more of her to feel, a chance at a deeper look-

Diath hopes, if she's right, that the next loop will be kinder to her.