Re: Death / Destiny - The Garden (warning for sads)
[He does not rush her, does not clear his throat nor tap his foot idly on the stones beneath his toes. His fingers do not beat impatiently against the spine of the book in his hand, but he waits while she says her goodbyes to a world she feels separate from.
The presence of tears transferred from her fingertips to the back of his hand are not a surprise. That she is changing in this way is also not a surprise and he holds onto her hand loosely for soon she will say the words and go. This is already known.
What will happen after - this he already knows and this he cannot say. Not to her, not to anyone. This is her choice, should she be given any less than the mortals he arranges choices for? No.]
I understand many things. [It is neither a yes, nor a no, as the sleeve of his robe falls down to their joined hands. There is nothing in his voice.]
Do you do this of your own free will? [A rote question, with all the weight of ceremony.]