And so, we all know the story is simple as the world. Damn "Canary" Jimmy.
But, let's look at it from the side of the mcyt Multiverse.
Imagine.
At the goddess of death, Kristin (you know, trixtin), the morning began as usual.
With a cup of tea, a light breakfast and the unexpected appearanдce of an old friend in her room.
Jimmy only looked tiredly at the goddess, who hid her smile behind a cup of tea.
"My favorite regular. Sit down." She waved her hand through the air, causing a chair and a cup of hot tea to irrationally magically appear next to her.
Jimmy just flapped his soft yellow wings wearily behind him as he sat down at the table His mouth was dry and his whole body ached from the recent death. Usual discomfort.
"Tell me how you died this time and how many people will come after you?" - Kristin purred, leaning her elbow on the table and resting her chin on her palm, looking up from under her hat.
"Would you like to start working for me as a Psychopomp, part-time among all the multiverse?"
