((And now it is my turn to apologize! Sorry about being ridiculously absurdly late. I'm really sorry; feel free to drop the thread if you'd rather not continue.))

"Yeah, he's technically the god of death, even if he's about as reliable as a broken clock. We could replace him with one of those dolls that squeals when you touch it and no one would notice a difference."

She gives a small shrug.

"Anyway. You should take pleasure in what you do, I guess. Even if it is a little creepy."