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[no_justice]

 Death is sitting at the bar, eating a curry.


Delicious curry.

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[no_justice]

I don't know about 'must,' Death says. I choose to.

[poins]

"So you are truly the one chargéd by God to reap all life on earth, and bring the souls of men unto their judgement?" Poins says.

A lord to make kings tremble on their thrones -- for sooth, one of the few that even wayward Poins would not call 'thou'.

[no_justice]

Not by a god, says Death reproachfully. But otherwise, that is an accurate description.

[poins]

"Who charged you, then, upon your great, grim duty?" Poins asks.

[no_justice]

One bigger than the gods, is the answer.

Although I am charged mostly by belief.

[poins]

"Greater than gods -- and not a god himself?" Poins asks, wondering. "If not a god, what would they then believe in?"

[no_justice]

There are forces in a humans' lives more pressing than gods, Death remarks.

Me, for instance. Gods don't often make an appearance. I am a certainty.

[poins]

"We do not merely die believing that we would," Poins says, "we die because we die. All men must die, if the believe or not; even the ignorant that cannot picture death for lack of knowledge may yet die."

[no_justice]

All the more reason to believe

[poins]

"I cannot not believe, because I know," Poins says. "But yet, it is a great if fearsome honour, Sir, to meet you here."

Having regained composure, he now bows.

[no_justice]

Death bows in return.

It is nice to meet you, too.

[poins]

"I am a mere Ned Poins, and like unto all mortals, nothing to your might," Poins says.

[no_justice]

That's very flattering, says Death, but not entirely necessary.

[poins]

"You know well who you are, reaper of all," Poins says.

He is still rather awed, if no longer afraid.