[ TT ] You 've lived your life to the fullest , and Death has waited patiently for you . Now your time is up , and finally meet The Reaper . Describe Death , and your final moments .

`` It's time, is n't it?'' 
 
 Silence. They were always silent. They were silent when they took my mother and father, brothers and sisters. They swept my only daughter away from me with silence, albeit heavy and remorseful. 
 
 `` I never blamed you, you know.'' 
 
 A half nod. The hooded head dropped a few inches and returned. A complicated acknowledgement and and understanding in one slow, simple movement. 
 
 `` I've seen you so many times, I think I'd like to call you friend at this point.'' 
 
 This time the hood cocked sideways, inquisitive, surprised. Like a dog confused. I could sense the uncertainty, followed by the... relief? I realized it then, they were lonely. 
 
 `` I'm sorry that this is your cursed existence.'' 
 
 Silence. Their scythe arcs toward the ground, scratching in the sand. I look down, they've written something, hard to read: 
 
 `` Thank you.'' 
 
 I look up, into the hood where a face should be. I reach out, place my hand on their shoulder. 
 
 `` Well, let's be off then.'' 
 
 The waves roll in, washing the two words from an empty beach. 
 The sun slinks down below the horizon, shimmers one last time before the night.
