Re: Muerte / Eddie
[Eddie just smiled, watching her pace. Being punished? Meant nothing to him. He was a criminal who had been thrown in Arkham. Being a ghost wasn't worse than that. He walked over to his computer chair and sat down, resting his chin on the palm of his hand.] You never found a replacement, did you? [It was the most obvious solution to him. If she really didn't want to be Death, someone else needed to take the scythe and robe. He considered it, swiveling the chair back and forth a little bit.] Did you like it? The Deathly thing?