"As the god of death there is little I can do for the living. How I speak of them is one of the few kindnesses I can offer." Mort agrees with a dimpled smile. Turning to Sah, the god extends his hand, placing it on the other man's shoulder and giving it a soft squeeze. "Live the best life you can, Sah. Most who see me do so only in death and can never heed my advice. I know it is hard to see the bigger picture, but know that Vi and Rae and myself love this world more than you could ever know, and we tend to it like a garden. There is much hidden beneath the soil and in the cocoons which keep their secrets tightly wrapped, but rest assured that while you might not understand, we do.
Some things must not be allowed to grow for the good of the whole, but I can promise you that the life Vi has breathed into this world is echoed in mine. Death is not darkness nor the end. It is simply a new beginning." And had the Voice not kept the souls of the ascended from him, Mort would have made sure that no matter their start to life, that the conclusion of it was just as beautiful as all those that Vi and Rae had created.
Alas..
Some things must not be allowed to grow for the good of the whole, but I can promise you that the life Vi has breathed into this world is echoed in mine. Death is not darkness nor the end. It is simply a new beginning." And had the Voice not kept the souls of the ascended from him, Mort would have made sure that no matter their start to life, that the conclusion of it was just as beautiful as all those that Vi and Rae had created.
Alas..
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