"I do," she said, moving close to him again as she began to measure ingredients. She glanced up at him every so often as she spoke, and tried to explain things as best as she could. "In my dreams...I'm a Reaper. And I remember how lifting soul after from their bodies and carrying them to What Comes Next. I remember what its like to watch one slip through my fingers and become a vengeful spirit. I remember how they all died. What their last words were. I remember a father selling his soul to a demon in exchange for his son's life--and having that same demon force itself down my throat and bend me to its will."
She shuddered, her voice straining as her throat constricted at the memory of that suffocating presence, and the hoarsness of her own scream. "I know that you would never do that to me."