Glancing over at Desire, Delirium sighed a little sigh, eyes rolling slightly. "Yes. We should go eat. I don't understand why they insist on putting us in these things, while they're empty." 'These things', of course, being mortal bodies. His Sister was still very much herself, an idea that nagged the edge of Delirium's consciousness; there hadn't been a danger of Death, before, but now, the presence of his sister had Delirium slightly on edge. Death, as far as the act was concerned, wasn't a pleasant one.
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