As the Goddess of Life, my job was to give life and sometimes even save it. It wasn't an easy job since the Goddess of Death took pleasure in taking them away. It didn't matter elder, baby or adult. She didn't feel any remorse.

Now, me and her stood in front of a sick baby, with a machine helping it breathe. It was too much for me, since I knew she felt no remorse for taking this innocent life. With sadness plastered on my face, I looked up to her.

"Do you feel no remorse for this baby?"