It struck Death for just the briefest of moments that this sort of scene would happen again, probably more than once. Jason was long-lived. He'd lose his family eventually and his friends. George would go through similar things. In the back of Death's mind it struck her that she would one day have to mourn the people she'd grown close to. It was a frightening sort of thought that she didn't let settle. Now was Jason's moment, anyway. After it was all over, maybe, she'd let her mind wander. She could grieve at the briefness of mortality, at how very mortal she'd become lately - later. Kneeling beside him, she let the cool chill run down her spine at the realization that this would happen again, not just for him but for herself, and then she let it pass. Jason was more important.
"I know you do," she whispered. "It isn't fair." She shifted and slid closer to him so that she could put an arm loosely around him. Her other hand squeezed his again.