Morgan hugged him tightly, smiling a bit through the tears. Any other words, she felt, would be useless. He was right in a few ways, and the ways she didn't agree were simply difference of opinion. Making the children immortal seemed unnatural and almost unfair-not every other human in the world got that option, and many couldn't grapple with death. They thought death to be something looming over them, something awful, something that came too early.
Accepting their passings, if they didn't want to be immortal, would be difficult. To watch one grow, cherish life with them, watch them age, wrinkle and spot, then die. She never had to go through the process herself, she simply was born and remained the way she was born. Aging wasn't in her being. She could die, would she sacrifice her life to return to Hell and be reborn? Would she lose her memories and knowledge and have to do it all again in a new body with a new purpose?
When he mentioned 'meant to be', she internally laughed. Not to mock his idea of purpose, but the simple fact that people choose whether they want to make it or not. They choose whether they want to 'fix what's broken' and weather the storm together, or separate and find their way on their own. There are no other factors that ever could pull two people apart-only themselves.
Many these thoughts in her head were jumbled, maybe they're incomprehensible to most; but, in the least, to her they made sense. Death is inevitable for mortal beings, there is nothing you can do to stop it. You could prolong your existence, but in the end, you cannot live forever. Death is apart of life and should be accepted as part of that 'life cycle'. Grief, too, is natural, but celebration comes with acceptance. And personal choice reigns over most things-no God or Devil have a master plan with only certain paths one being can take. Sure, given the world they live in, there are only certain roads to go-those restraints aren't made by anyone but themselves. Possibilities are endless? Yes, in fact, they are.