“Death can’t die, Star.” "Why do you call me that?" I searched my memory, tracing back through every encounter, every glance. "It was a taunt, at first,” I admitted. “You were stubborn, bright, impossible to ignore. I didn’t know what to make of you.” I met her eyes. “But now… now I think it’s because that’s what you represent to me.” “A star?” “Not just a star. The star. The one thing bright enough to make even Death look up.”
