The kid fainted. His head hit the floor pretty hard. Hard enough that the other one -- what’d he say his name was? Sa-do? -- had to rush in. He managed to keep it from being any worse than it could’ve been and immediately has the kid in his arms. I snort -- what a picture. The world really would be so boring without idiot humans to amuse me.

Death glares at me and I feel the rage again.

How dare she look at me that way -- judge my every move and word? She, who first taught me all; who always preached the rules, and followed them without fail -- without any kind of doubt. Without anything besides duty, I suppose. The paragon of a Horseman. That’s why she’s the eldest. Why she was my…

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Famine’s motioning them all into her chambers, the great black doors, of course, always wide open. Death watches Famine lead the older human -- still carrying the unconscious kid and source of all our problems -- inside. Even Conquest follows. But Death waits, and she turns to look at me.

I don’t know what she’s thinking. Everything about her used to be so infuriatingly clear, even her silence and her looks.

“War--”

I turn and do not listen. I will not listen to this Horseman that stands before me. Not right now when all I wish is to smash her head into the ground and find the Death I used to know.