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Esme: ...And that's all you see? 

~"wings? Dead leaf wings?"~

Esme: Yeah...When I came here, they were completely broken-unusable... 

She flies a little, hovering above the ground 

Esme: They work now...because Death healed them.  

~"yeaah with leaves he killed. Nothing is ever going to change my mind about that self centered loser."~

¬*Death comes in and looks at Esme*¬

"Let's go Esme... NOW."

Esme: W-what!?

"I said let's go."

Esme: ...Why? 

She studies Death suspiciously 

"... fine then. I'll go alone."

~"See. This is what I was talking about. Self centered."~

"Hey. Mybe you should thik about what you're saying little girl. We don't want any "accidents" do we?"

~"Doesn't seem you get it. Maybe I should talk some more sense into you."~

"Yeah dipshit? How are you gonna do that?"

~"Should be easy to insult a fat. Ugly. Bitch."~

"That's gonna get you to hell. You'll be torchered by going to heaven. Since you hate it so much."

~"Shut up. I'm not going anywhere. Guess you'll have to lose that bet and prove how much of a pathetic loser you are."~

"I am not. A PATHETIC LOSER!"

¬*he grabs Klara by the throat*¬

"You wana say that one more time..."

~"N-no. Sir."~

¬*he throws her onto the floor*¬

"good job. I'm eaving now."

¬*he flies off*¬

~"see. He's a terile person with no heart. I'm surprised he didn't take those gloves off and kill me."~

Esme: ...Oh...oh darling. You've made a terrible miscalculation. You see, as terrible as he is...

Her eyes glow purple and she grins wickedly 

Esme: I'm so much worse. 

~"is everyone out to kill me!"~