Life nodded. Flowers came in so many different varieties, colors, and styles. She committed so much time to designing each one--deciding how the petals looked, how long the stems were, where they thrived, and what colors they'd come in...
She sighed, whimsically. It was easy to get lost in those days. This nonsense wasn't going on then, and she and Death got along--to an extent. Did they ever really get along?
For the entire time she'd known Death, Life had always, at least secretly, hated her. Death was the end of everything Life created, and it was often cruel and painful. She knew that life wouldn't mean anything without death, and in the beginning she tried to accept that, but... how could you not hate the person whose entire purpose was to destroy everything that was yours?
You're letting yourself get lost in negativity again, she reminded herself. She sighed, again. "Flowers are pretty. So many things are pretty. Speaking of, what's your favorite type of animal?"
Yet another problem--she was focused on Life more than she was him. Kayin bit his lip, then decided to do something risky.
"What if I told you," he started, hesitantly. Was this really the best course of action? This probably wasn't the best course of action. He was going to regret telling her, but it'd keep her attention, wouldn't it? "That I lied and haven't seen dad at all?"