OOC: A one-sided conversation in Room 19

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Yesterday morning Sirius and Constantine had a conversation about Death and duty.

Afterward, John went upstairs to the room he's been sharing with Death for the previous couple of days.

This is what he said to her:

John comes upstairs with a tea-and-breakfast tray.  Death is still in bed,
asleep.  He puts the tea tray down on the dresser and goes over to her.

He sits down on the edge of the bed.  "Sweetheart? Fancy a cup of tea?"

This is what he says when he has her attention:

We've had a lovely holiday, haven't we?  You and me both.  And now you know
I have to go back to work.  And so do you.

Had a word with Sirius this morning.  Who had had a word with your brother.
Not Dream -- the other one. The noisy one.  He's all ticked off because he
says not a thing has died in the last 3 days.  Not a blade of grass or a
flea or a three-headed alien on the other side of the galaxy.

Or that professor in Cambridge.  You know the one I'm speaking of.  That
business I'm stuck in.  The professor with his head, hands and feet twisted
round backwards.  He needs you.  He needs both of us.  He was a berk,
really, he should have known what he was getting mixed up in, but I can't
blame him for curiosity -- hell knows I've been guilty of that time and
again.  No matter what he got involved in, he was just a curious old bastard
and now he's hooked up to all kinds of tubes and machines, and he needs you
to take his hand, sweetheart.  He needs peace.

If you can -- I understand if it's against the rules, I understand if you
can't... but if you can, if it's all right.... tell him I'm taking care of
it.  I'm looking into it.  He won't go in vain.

I'm going to go now.  I'll be back as soon as I can.  You stay in bed, have
a cuppa, have a bubble bath, take your time.  But when you're ready....   I
know you'll be ready, sweetheart.