↓ TranscriptEmily: A father! I don’t have a father. Dee: What? Everyone has a father. Emily: That’s… a bit of an outdated concept. This is the age of single parents! Dee: No – this I know, you need a male[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
↓ TranscriptDee: It’s inconvenient to carry around, though. I’m glad I can tuck it in my robe. Emily: Yeah, I can imagine. Is it fragile? Dee: No, not really. Emily: Do you use the scythe? Dee: Yes. Some souls are[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
↓ TranscriptEmily: Where do souls go? Is there an afterlife? Dee: I can’t tell you. Emily: Why? Dee: Why do you think? Emily: I don’t know. Spoiler? Dee: You could say that. Emily: Is there a rule? Dee: Not really,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
↓ TranscriptEmily: It is a bit weird. You already said you don’t know everything, and you’re eternal, aren’t you? How the hell would humans know, then? A student, overhearing: Um… Emily, who are you talking to? Emily: Myself. Duh. Student:[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
↓ TranscriptA COUPLE OF DAYS LATER, HE RETURNED. Dee (pointing): Hey, Emily, somebody’s in your spot. Emily: Huh? (A student is browsing the shelves where they sat previously.) Emily (whispering): Oh well. It happens. Dee: Where are we going? Emily:[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
↓ TranscriptDee: Dee… hmmm… I think I like it. It’s more convenient than the others, I guess. Emily: Not as cool, though. I wish I had a cool nickname like that. Dee: What is your name, by the way? Emily:[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
↓ TranscriptEmily: Hey, um, Death… … Death: Um… what? Uh… are you going to say something? Emily: Yeah… This just gets a whole lot weirder when I use your name. Death: Really? Why? Emily: Because I’m talking to you! The[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
↓ TranscriptDeath: Um… yeah. I hope I’m not… annoying… Emily: What? No! I just didn’t expect you to bother coming back. Death: Why not? I’m still intrigued by you. Emily: Am I that interesting? Death: Sure. Also, you don’t seem[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
↓ TranscriptLIFE WENT ON FOR A FEW DAYS. AND THEN… Death: Hello again! Emily (whispering): Um… hello. You’re back. — Alt text: I’m adding this alt text five years after drawing this page and that chirpy greeting is still one[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
