Emily: Oh! Um - what makes you ask that? Girl: I'm sorry, it's silly, I was choking, I couldn't see for stars but I thought - I thought I heard you ask for a - a scythe? Absurd, I know, but ... I can't see what else you'd use... Emily: (looks at Dee uncertainly) Uhh... Ok, look, scratch everything I just said. Dee: EMILY Emily: The truth is- Dee: EMILY DO NOT TELL HER THE TRUTH Emily: Well, what else am I supposed to tell her? There WASN'T anything else! She nearly died, I don't want to lie to her anyway! Girl: who - are you talking to...? Emily: I'm talking to Death. Like, the Grim Reaper. He's over there, invisible. He brought me here. It was his scythe.
--- Alt text: tired of this charade