[Eddie quirked his brow at the change of her tone. He could do flippant and playful all day, but these kinds of insights were much more interesting. There was no mocking deflation of his chest, instead he turned to look at her, arm along the back of the couch, leg crossed so his ankle rested comfortably on his knee. Muerte loved reminding him that her, that her siblings were beyond simple humans. It used to annoy him a great deal, like an adult telling him that he has to keep sitting at the kid's table. This was different. This was more like discovering an old library and reading from an ancient, strange book. If Muerte wasn't human, her siblings seemed even farther away. He tilted his head, thinking for a couple quiet moments.] It must be hard.