voice.

[cadaverdaddy]

I have written the same identification tags for the same guests four times now. ^hehehe We have become so very acquainted with one another, I greet them every day it seems when we meet each other again in the hospital morgue.

Though it is curious. To die every day, to wake up and know what their day holds; would it be possible for someone to do something, either for themselves or for another, to alter the flow of events~? _hahahaha What do you think- what would you do?

Two more survived today than in days past. I wonder what is to become of them.

Let us see what tomorrow brings, shall we? ^heeeeeeeeee It is quite exciting.

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[cadaverdaddy]

[Wicked giggles erupt.]

Do descriptions truly cost so much~? ^{hahahahahahha}

[olderthandirt]

They do not cost anything.

[deadpanned]

[cadaverdaddy]

Then why can they not be afforded~ _{heheheeeeeeee}

[olderthandirt]

Were I to speak when not directed to do so, the course once destined would not be so any longer. It is imperative that actions taken are done so by the individual's choice rather than by my guidance alone.

The knowledge I bear costs nothing. It is often sought at high stakes. Only the lost have found it, but very few find their way.

[cadaverdaddy]

How interesting _haaaaaaaaaa Then you are one who can change things meant to be.

[A little hum.] Don't concern yourself with me, I'm not interested in your guidance or your stakes.

[olderthandirt]

Though I am not one to alter the course of the script, the realm I govern does encompass change.

[he knows. It is why he does not offer up any words of wisdom.]

[cadaverdaddy]

So you can change things but choose not to. [Things are getting interesting. Somehow, this tone reminds him of William- and all the other reapers.]

Why?

[olderthandirt]

I am Potmos. I am Destiny. It is my duty to read from the Book of Souls; not to author it.

[it is similar. He is as bound by duty as they are (or so he prefers. Elaine would say otherwise]

[cadaverdaddy]

[Oh my how interesting. A chord is struck; a large black and a bright pink bookmark, a book of names and dates and places. The Death List.] Then why bother reading?