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It was as the Pale Rider lay in the cold of his bedroom that he wished the tiredness from the many days long journey he had just endured had no finally caught up to him. For when he dreamed, it was always the same thing. A duo that meant the end.

Falling into the realm of unconsciousness, Death felt air rushing past him, then a sudden stop of hitting something solid. Pulling himself up, all the Grim Reaper saw a blue light in the darkness before, it eventually coalescing into the two people before him.

"Kindred." Death growled, angry to see the Lamb and the Wolf again.

"Kinslayer." Lamb replied, voice monotone.

"Do not mock me. I have had enough for the last while." The Pale Rider said, summoning a pair of scythe.

"Sadly for me, we're not here for a hunt, Kinslayer." Wolf replied, standing behind the Grim Reaper.

"Then why are you here, Kindred?"

The duo were silent at that. A silence that told Death that they were here for something else. Something he may not wish to hear.

Lamb took a step forward, taking the scythe from the Pale Rider's and one of his hands into her own, eyes slowly tracing the lines on calloused skin. Then she Death would note how gentle she was, how she seemed curious of it all. Turning his head slightly, he saw Wolf sitting behind him, eyes treading along the Nephilim's back.

"Why are you here, Kindred?" Death would ask softly.

"We wish to here your stories." Wolf responded.

"My... stories?"

"Yes. For you have lived a long life, and will live long still, yet we have not seen it all, cannot see it all."

"So, you wish for me to tell you of my journeys? Of my life?"

"Yes." The two halves of Kindred said in unison.

"Alright then." Death replied with a bit of a chuckle.

It was in this timeless mental landscape that the Pale Rider told his tales, the Eternal Hunters listening intently. It was as he told of his small detour to Earth when trying to erase his youngest brother's supposed crime that did the duo have a bit more of a reaction. For it was his tale of the Hunter. A human who survived for so long off stubbornness and hope, and how the man had done crimes he would highly come to regret, asking the Pale Rider to slay him as a final request.

Finishing his stories, the Grim Reaper knew that eventually he and the Eternal Hunters would have to part ways. Before doing so however, he would pose his own question.

"Why do you always call me Kinslayer?" Death inquired.

"That is the title we marked you with." Wolf replied, Lamb adding "We mean it as a title to communicate, since we all are Death."

"... I supposed that makes sense." Grumbled the Pale Rider.

Then, as if suddenly a switch had been flipped, the Grim Reaper woke up. He stretched and stood, feeling rejuvenated. Making his way to the kitchen, making himself something to eat, the Pale Rider thought of his time with Kindred. Telling them of his journeys, it felt... good speaking about it with someone other than his siblings, other than people who he is employed by. Maybe it would be good to make some more journeys for him to tell them about.