Deireadh had collected countless souls throughout time, it was his job. As a Reaper he travelled through many plains, as wherever there was life there was a soul, and they all needed a resting place. Like always, he followed his assigned route through the realm between life and death to his next collection. But in the hazy gloom of the meeting point, he froze, his eyes growing wide as he took in the spirit before him, "it's you.." he whispered with tender awe, pushing his hood back.