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Despite the variety of creatures with individual origins roaming about -he could only think of the pair they so recently lost, their deaths inky smears he saw every time he closed his eyes- Pip did not believe in heaven or hell. He did not care to. Where he worked was here, on this- plane, or whatever they'd like to call it. He was concerned with life, not what happened after, which was outside his responsibilities. Pip's job was to keep people from meeting whatever awaited them too soon, but he could confess to worrying, to wondering what he was supposed to say to comfort those who lost their parents- or whoever. It wasn't as though Pip did not know the experience himself, but no death was ever the same. Did he tell them they were in a better place? Did he say they died peacefully, even when they clearly did not? Did he say it would be all right, when it wouldn't be for a long time?
Maybe the most he could do was offer support. How useful of him.
He had little else to do but continue as he had, with a few revisions. Pip was working on reaction time now, in between harvesting herbs across the territory. He timed himself from different locations, going distances he already knew the measurements of to better estimate speed, and he wasn't slow, but he could be faster. Should be faster, even if it was only by a second. So much could happen in the blink of an eye that he couldn't even dare to waste it.
If he'd found Junji and Luca earlier, he might have been able to do something, even if it was just to ease the way. Something more than arriving late to their bodies. Elijah and his siblings could have their parents still, if he'd managed better, but he couldn't change the past. Pip could only work to affect the future, and it was only terrible that they had to die for him to work as hard as he should have been.
Life went on, though. This was no exception, and Pip knew this much taller stranger was no Typhooner. It wasn't much of a deduction, really, and the young canine straightened up, adjusting his satchel as he approached on light paws, stopping a measured distance away. "Excuse me," he began politely, quietly, "may I help you with something?"
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Maybe the most he could do was offer support. How useful of him.
He had little else to do but continue as he had, with a few revisions. Pip was working on reaction time now, in between harvesting herbs across the territory. He timed himself from different locations, going distances he already knew the measurements of to better estimate speed, and he wasn't slow, but he could be faster. Should be faster, even if it was only by a second. So much could happen in the blink of an eye that he couldn't even dare to waste it.
If he'd found Junji and Luca earlier, he might have been able to do something, even if it was just to ease the way. Something more than arriving late to their bodies. Elijah and his siblings could have their parents still, if he'd managed better, but he couldn't change the past. Pip could only work to affect the future, and it was only terrible that they had to die for him to work as hard as he should have been.
Life went on, though. This was no exception, and Pip knew this much taller stranger was no Typhooner. It wasn't much of a deduction, really, and the young canine straightened up, adjusting his satchel as he approached on light paws, stopping a measured distance away. "Excuse me," he began politely, quietly, "may I help you with something?"
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