He Who Fights with Monsters 11 (He Who Fights with Monsters, #11)

by Shirtaloon

“He is that,” Rufus agreed with a chuckle. “Look, Mr Remore. I’ve worked for a great astral being for longer than most who end up in my position. Something I’ve learned in that time is that as long as I fulfil the Reaper’s directives to its satisfaction, I get to manage the details however I like. And the Reaper does not care about the living. Happy or sad; great or insignificant. It doesn’t care what they are and it doesn’t care what they do. Not until someone like your friend Jason starts resurrecting over and over, anyway.” “So, the great astral beings won’t intervene if I end up guiding these people to just live fulfilling lives? No path to greatness?” “I can’t speak for the others sent here like me, but I can tell you what I was told to do. I was sent here to accelerate the development of non-human medical knowledge and make sure a few reincarnations went smoothly. That’s as far as my orders go.” He gestured to the window and the newborns on the other side. “If you want to turn these kids into a gaggle of blissfully content, perfectly ordinary people, Mr Remore, then I am more than happy to help.” “Is ordinary even possible, given what they’re being born into?” “I guess the responsibility of making it possible falls to people like you and me.”