Above Primal Concepts

Death leaned back, a grin pulling at the edge of their lips. "And I'm the one who takes it all back. You can't have a rise without a fall, sweetheart. I give the final word. The last breath. Without me, it's just... endless chatter and chaos."

Can they even ever listen for more than two—yeah, time was meaningless here, it could be eternity or even an instant.

Third's voice cut through their nonsense, a deep sigh that spoke volumes. "Really? Are we doing this again?" They asked, voice laced with that universal weariness, like a mother trying to explain something basic for the thousandth time. "You're the same, damn it. You're both a part of a whole. Without one, the other doesn't exist. You rise and you fall. You live, and then you die. You've always been the same."

A pause. Life's face twisted into something between confusion and disbelief. Death just stared blankly for a moment, trying to digest what the Third was saying.