No. [Her tone is softer, and she slowly sips at the coffee again.] They aren't the ones who would wake up day after day facing the reality of what has happened, what they did, what's going to stay with them for the rest of their life.

It's no less terrifying to think that you're the one who has to do that, watch all of it play out. I'm pretty sure it wasn't a choice to be this. Even though we exist in a different space, I know that reapers still feel everything-even if they try to deny it. They laugh, cry, love, hurt, get scared, struggle with problems...and it doesn't quite make sense that something so similar to humans would be the ones there at the end. [She looked down at her hands.] It's not something I like about myself, but neither is it something I hate.

...I wish it was easier to explain souls. Like if it was located inside your ribcage, easy to diagram. If I reached into your chest I'd find internal organs, nothing more. And if I pulled those out, like if I could magically pull a soul out, you'd die. You wouldn't die the same way, but you'd just be...a shell. Breathing without a purpose, not thinking, not feeling, none of those things that define you as you.