How could she, after so many times, be so careless.  

He always thought that even if he was in pain, in constant agony, he wouldn’t switch place with her. 

That she was having a way worst faith.  

Forgetting every time.

At least he had the memories. He was in tremendous pain, but he would choose the pain anytime over forgetting.  

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-Want wine?  

It looked around, without really answering.  

-Nah, you look more like a whiskey type of guy.  

He did not react.  

It was used to these little references.

It did get flustered over them before, it was little branches of hope, that maybe she did remember. But no. He understood very quickly that the memories were probably somewhere, imprinted in a deep, far, part of her soul, but she could not access them. She could never remember.  

He took the glass of whiskey she gave him.  

-We both know you are not about to die witch. What am I doing here?  

-I don’t know!  

He should have been happy. That she could see him this time. That she could talk to him, somehow, somewhat remember him. But it knew what the outcome would be. And it would be even more painful for him to have a life with her, to create memories.  

-What do you know witch?  

-That you are pure darkness. That I needed to talk to you and that I am safe with you around.   

Death did not need to breathe. So when it was taking a deep breath, it’s that something was going on.  

-You are not safe witch. You are never safe.  

-Oh? Is that so? 

She did not look convinced. Her instincts were rarely wrong.... They were never wrong. 

-I watched you die countless of times without lifting a finger. It wouldn’t be different now.

-Hum.  

The witch was in fact very confused. There was very few things she knew.  

She knew that she shouldn’t be afraid of it, and that she had to call him.  

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While all of this was happening, at the same exact moment, but in all the locations at the same time, a team of supernatural beings were debriefing their what to do next.  

The first one was very short, and ginger, it was in charge of many things, but that being very best talent was delegating. It was very good at it. So good, that now, no one, him included, where sure of what it was actually doing. It delegated so many million years ago that it did not remember what belonged to it at the beginning.  

-Well everything is going pretty smoothly. Why changing a winning ticket?  

-We create the winning tickets! 

-That is a very good point! 

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None of these situations would be explainable to humans. You wouldn’t understand where they are, in what part of the universe they are or on what they are standing, so to make it understandable, I will adjust some things to human vocabulary.  

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It was a weekly staff meeting. In a place where no one really has a job, time is inexistent and no one really understand what they are doing because they didn’t look at the project, they randomly got created having a job and even if they would look at the project, they wouldn't understand it.  

So, theses creatures are all sitting in a room around a table, debriefing.  

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The thing you have to know about celestial beings is the only thing that scares them, the only thing that they are afraid of is change.  

It is logical, being celestial beings, they are above all and control everything. Except change. They can't control their reality if it's changing. 

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-This whole earth experience is flawless! And it’s only getting better! No need to discuss this any further! 

-Good! Than this meeting is finished. 

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All of them felt an immense sense of relief hearing that sentence. 

Some of them got up, stretched their energy, since they don't have a body. 

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But than they all stayed there... Because there is nowhere else to go. They are everywhere and no where at the same time. 

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So they all stayed there. In this weird silence. 

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