It was difficult to watch a friend be in such pain, but there was no way Death could leave him. Maybe she couldn't take away his pain, but damn if she wouldn't hold him up as he suffered through it. She sank down to the floor with him and leaned into him just a bit as he rested against her. Slowly, gently, her hand slipped down his arm and found his hand.
"I don't know what to say," she admitted, her voice a near whisper. "I can't make this go away. Can't make it any better. I'm sorry." She couldn't help the quiet guilt she felt. She was nearly omnipotent, but she couldn't do anything. It didn't seem right.