“Oh my fucking gods. You were considering falling from Paradise to live a mortal life with Pietro Amato,” I realize aloud, gawking at her. Syntyche says nothing for a long time before she pulls her hood back up, preparing to go down and reap more souls. “In all possible attempts, Galene only foresaw my demise, for fate knows my path is one of immortal reaping. You carry more humanity within you, so perhaps your outcome will be more favorable.”
