Mort - eyes

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he added.

“I was just trying to remember what color your eyes were,” she said, “because—”

“If you two have quite had enough of each other!” bellowed Albert above the roar of the sand. “This way!”

“Brown,” said Mort to Ysabell. “They’re brown. Why?”

***

“Do my eyes look all right to you?” said Mort, anxiously.

“Nothing wrong with them that I can see,” said Albert. “Bit red round the edges, bit bluer than usual, nothing special.”

Mort followed him back past the long shelves of glass, looking thoughtful. Ysabell watched him take the sword from the rack by the door and test its edge by swishing it through the air, just as Death did, and grinning mirthlessly at the satisfactory sound of the thunderclap.

She recognized the walk. He was stalking.

“Mort?” she whispered.

YES?

“Something’s happening to you.”

I KNOW, said Mort. “But I think I can control it.”

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