"So," Death told her calmly -- dressed as she'd always been in Fandom, but looking subtly older and paler -- "this is kind of awkward, but I'm not here to do the whole taking your hand thing."

There was compassion in her eyes as she looked at Raven, but it was a distant kind of compassion. This was Endless to mortal, not student to student.

"But ... I think you might need a friend. Maybe."