"Of course Death's nice. She loves everybody, even me."

Breath.

"Tch. You think I need you to cause trouble with my Family, Jack? I can do that well enough on my own."

The wave is dismissive, leaving trailing curls of smoke behind as Desire's hand moves -- but the words are tight, rushed.

"Look. You've talked to her. More than once. What else has she told you about her erstwhile younger Sibling?"