From Memoirs of Death, chapter: Dark place
In the darkness of the room, a figure stands, trembling hands clutching a knife held against his neck. if only it could be that easy. In the darkness, a voice cuts through, deep and guttural like the hellish animals that plagued many a myths and legends: “Stop there, child”
He turns around to face the voice, expecting nothing but instead he sees a skeleton in a black cloak wielding a scythe. “Has my time come yet?” He says, still holding the knife up to his neck. “No, child, I’ve come to give you my counseling” - Death answers. “I don’t need no counseling, I’m too far gone” - John snaps. “Don’t waste your life, little one. You’re still too young” and Death’s voice somehow softens. Coland stops and drops his knife.
“Fight on, young soldier. For life is a pain but there is meaning in it, cherish it” his voice softens even more as he slowly walks towards Coland. John flinches then steps back.
“There is nothing to fear” - Death reassures him. Coland hears those words whispered in his ears but when he looks around, nothing is there.
(Thank you submari!)