blastedbackbone:

hanakotobawakodoku:

“Oh, aye. We do.” Eric summoned his scythe with a sweep of his arm and broke into a horrible grin. His grip tightened on the handle. “If it’s me ‘r ye, kid, yer the one tha’s no’ gonna make it tae tomorrow!" 

“That’s right.” Ezra kept his eyes on the death god, lips pursing behind his weapon. What had gotten into him? Where was his dangerous grin? Where was his mocking laughter? Why was he suddenly so invested in what he had to say?

“… So?”

“An’ wha’ exactly d'ye mean by ‘free’?” Eric asked, watching him intensely.