It really pains us sometimes, our jobs. We hate destroying the lives of people who actually care. We care as much as you humans do about your loved ones. We try to be cautious, we really do. But duty calls, and we have to break out the blades even though sometimes we don't want to. We realise that it is up to you to tell the children what death is, and what we are. But that is out of our power. We are better for causing destruction than fixing it. Sometimes I wish that I could tell them myself, because I know how to explain this new thing to them. But I can't. So from all of us Reapers, we sincerely apologise for what we do to you. We are bound by duty.
Third in the "from the Reapers" series I've been working on today. As expected, it's another written in the perspective of Iris (my Reaper character). I've been getting worse at poetry and **** as today goes on, so this is just sort of a blob of words I put together in a couple of minutes.