(Another quiet day.. One that should be spent on an adventure of lazing around outside. But Saelth knew it to be the opposite. Upon being summoned to the dreary room of yet another sickly individual, they stepped towards them, their footsteps being hidden by the sweet tune of birds outside. Looking down at the sickly person, Saelth couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy.)

"Do not worry, dear creation.. you shall feel pain no longer, only peace should plague your weary mind.."

(They whispered, after all, this was the grim reaper's job. To let the sickly rest in finality, to give them that peace. To turn them into a statue, so brittle and fragile, a statement of how their lives once were. A Reaper's Touch, some call it.)

( Saelth gently placed their palm on the person's forehead, watching them while they expected them to turn into a brittle statue. Yet that scene did not come forth, not for a second nor for a minute. This was wrong. Maybe a hiccup in Saelth's powers? No, that couldn't be. Saelth's eyes widened slightly, shocked at the realization.)

"Dear creation... Why aren't you giving in..? You are in pain and I'm offering the way out.."

(Saelth uttered before placing both their hands on the person's chest now, waiting for the transformation. Yet nothing. The resolution of this sickly human was starting to bother Saelth. They had a job to do.)

“Why do you still cling to this pain? It won’t end well for you, you know.”