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.
