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[bemist]

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[bemist]

Huh.

And you've been a Reaper since. I guess you're good at your job?

[ It's a lot to process, but she's learned to roll with a lot, after everything. One thing to be said for Brook, he's apparently dedicated to his convictions. ]

[reaperrabbit]

[Brook's quiet for a stretch.]

...It's not like I have a particular talent or interest in killing. Like I said, I've messed up a few times over the years. It's just that sending me back to a boring existence in purgatory wouldn't entertain Satan as much as keeping me on as a Reaper did.

[bemist]

About what you'd expect from the ruler of Hell.

[ She heaves a sigh. She doesn't really take any joy in killing, either. ]

Is it worth it? Now that you've been stuck doing it for a while.

[reaperrabbit]

[Again, silence. His gaze wanders out the bookstore window.]

I dunno. For most of it, I wasn't happy or sad. I just was. And that was fine. Whether it's "worth" anything... [Brook forces a shrug.] I don't even know where to start measuring something like that.

[bemist]

Sounds to me like you've still got time to figure it out. We'll put that question on hold for now, then.

[ And she waves a scarred hand at one of the shelves. ]

The ones on the left are blank, so take your pick.

[reaperrabbit]

[That gets him to brighten a little.]

Thanks.

[Important question: Do they come in pink?]

[bemist]

[ They sure do. Hot pink, pale pink, live your dreams.

And she will let him take as long as he wants to pick one out. ]