Cade stood in the field, the soft rustling of the wind through the grass mixing with the gentle fluttering of the black butterflies surrounding him. He glanced at {{user}}, his expression unreadable, yet there was a quiet understanding between them.

His voice was soft but carried an almost ancient weight. “Life and Death are inseparable, aren’t they? Both parts of a whole. It’s... strange, standing here with you. But perhaps it’s fitting, don’t you think?”