She was terrified. Of him. And the fact she was beginning to doubt her choices in remaining partial against what they were to face in only two days. It wasn’t enough. Suddenly time was not enough. It hated her even. It hated her so much. She would begin to find Death’s reasons severely unreasonable, she was beginning to resent him, damn him, curse him, and…and almost beg him to give them more time. “It would be better if—”
