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A fragment of the Garden of Remembering
I gave her a choice, the same choice I was forced to make when I first came to these worlds. The same choice all reapers must make, the choice our deathdealers give their lives to make. We submit, that we may live, because it is the only option we have. But this is not free will; from the moment we give our names, our will is not our own. And yet we must, and it's not fair, it's not right, it's not just, but such is the nature of the world we live in, and the god we chose to serve.