"Well," Death straighted a little and leaned her face on a hand. "I don't think you've lost him. All you need to do is talk. This is good warm up. You can sort your thoughts over waffles." Almost as if on cue, the waitress returned with their plates. Death smiled warmly at the young woman before she went off, back to serve the next table. "Why'd you say the world didn't need saving?"
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