Re: Muerte / Eddie
That doesn't matter. It's our identity that matters. Unless you found Mort wandering the streets, you're the only Death that exists. [He shrugged and then felt a little bad for accepting all of this long before she did. After all, even as a teenager he didn't fight against the impossible, he did the smart thing and hid where he could be fleshy. So, now they were talking about the different worlds and she was freaking out. Not exactly his idea of what should happen after he confessed his love.
He watched her crumple to the floor and moved to touch her, but changed his mind. She needed space, right? Eddie stayed in his chair and watched her, unsure of how to comfort. If he should at all.]