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[nodifferentfate]

I think... I think I died.

[Padmé's voice sounds quiet and confused, like she's still trying to piece things together herself.]

But, how is this possible? When you- [She chokes on the word for a second, before firmly grasping her tone of cool control.] When you die, one normally doesn't return from death. Is it the norm at this place?

[She pauses.]

And somethings still don't feel right. I'm so cold.

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[nodifferentfate]

Death should never be taken lightly... you sound as if you know what you're talking about.

[bread_goes_bip]

Well... I am Death.

[nodifferentfate]

... You're Death.

[Silence.]

Really?

[bread_goes_bip]

I'm an anthropomorphic personification. The divider of life from all that comes before and all that comes after.

Some people prefer to call me Didi.

[nodifferentfate]

Well.

Hello, Didi. I suppose I should say it's nice to meet you, but most people don't greet Death in such a fashion, do they?

[bread_goes_bip]

No... people are usually frightened, when they meet me. Not that I blame them.

[nodifferentfate]

It's expected. [What is this place? When you can have civil conversations with Death...?]

[bread_goes_bip]

Dying is scary, there's no arguing that one.

[nodifferentfate]

[She hums in response.]

But, forgive me for prying... what is it like being the bringer of death?

[bread_goes_bip]

It's a busy job. But I get to meet all sorts of neat people, so I really like that. I talk to people when they're born, too. They just never remember it.