Dream, Lord Morpheus

"Sister, did you have to take them both?"

"It was their time," Death says with a gentle smile. "You know I can't change that."

"It's unfair."

"Perhaps." She shrugs. "But that is none of my concern. I merely arrive at the appointed hour and guide them to the other side."

Dream sighs, swallows. "At least the other side will be well entertained. Whatever else may be there."

"You don't think they're going to Hell with your friend Lucifer?"

His eyes flash, teeth bared for a moment. "We are not friends."

"Touchy." Dream squeezes her brother's arm to calm him. "No, I don't think they are going there."

"Where then?"

Death shakes her head. "You know I can't tell you that."

A deep sigh escapes from Dream. "And I will never know."

"They do call us The Endless for a reason."