[ Walking around to the front of the couch, William stares down at the baby whimpering against Grell's chest. Remarkably, his glare softens just slightly. ]
Regardless of the circumstances, you cannot go stealing children away from the mortal realm. You've tampered with enough mortal fates, as it is. You're lucky to still have your scythe.
[ He won't say it, but he can sympathize with her feelings towards reaping or abandoning small children. It's one of the hardest things to do as a death god. One of the main reasons emotions should be kept out of the job. ]
Give her to me.
[ Dismissing his scythe, he holds his arms out, expectantly. ]
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Regardless of the circumstances, you cannot go stealing children away from the mortal realm. You've tampered with enough mortal fates, as it is. You're lucky to still have your scythe.
[ He won't say it, but he can sympathize with her feelings towards reaping or abandoning small children. It's one of the hardest things to do as a death god. One of the main reasons emotions should be kept out of the job. ]
Give her to me.
[ Dismissing his scythe, he holds his arms out, expectantly. ]