For a long time the two Shinigami stood in the partial shade of the alley, embracing one another as if at any second the other would crumble out of existence. In fact, some decades ago Undertaker had a dream that Lila was here, embracing him as she was now, when she suddenly turned into thousands of little, white butterflies and flew away, never to be seen again.
After what felt like an eternity, Undertaker was brought out of his thoughts by a light pressure on his chest. After a second he realized Lila had snaked her hand between them and was lightly pushing him away. Reluctantly, he let her go and took a step or two back. Lila opened her mouth, and closed it. Then a few seconds later she did it again. It seemed she was at a loss for words just like he. What could either of them say, really? When they had both been alive, Undertaker had never actually confessed his feeling for her, he didn't think. He peeked through his long bangs, and in the back of his mind he thought about how different they were, how they had always been. Lila was still pale as she used to be, but her frame was bigger, filled out more with muscle, her hair was longer and fell down her back in a tight braid, and her eyes had a curious uniqueness, even though they were the same dual-colors as every Shinigami eye.
Lila was regarding him as well; how long his hair had gotten and how it fell to obscure the eyes she had once loved to see, and the scars that marred his skin, and the robes he wore with his silvery hair made him a nearly perfect picture of the first Shinigami, the well known and most often depicted Grim Reaper. She barely noticed her mouth had opened and she had begun to speak,
"I...I would like to speak with you."
After a bit of rearranging and scrounging, Undertaker had been able to clear a large space in the middle of the morgue for them to sit. On a coffin he placed a pot of tea and a plate of bone biscuits. He was also able to bring out two large, old, ornate chairs he had taken as collateral from a couple unable to pay or amuse him. He poured her a pot of tea and listened as she told him of everything she had done in these past years; of all her triumphs and hardships and funny experiences, and lastly she began to tell him about the Toltramon. Politely, Undertaker listened and sipped his tea and munched on biscuits, and could not bring himself to interrupt her as she told him the few ideas she had retained from the meeting. He really wasn't shocked at what she was telling him, because he had known about the Bell for many weeks already. He had never been sure, it was just a rumor that reached his ears from the underground, but he wasn't surprised it had turned out to be true.
As the hours passed and the light of the moon gave away to that of the sun he finally held up a hand for her to be silent. The ideas had gone from things that could work to absolutely absurd. Together they had gone through two pots of tea and three plates of biscuits, and Lila was starting to realize just how exhausted she was, especially now that she was warm and had a full belly. She wanted to sleep but she would stay awake and listen to Undertaker as he had listened to her. She eyed him expectantly, sure that he would come up with an ingenious and foolproof plan to lull the Toltramon back to sleep for a while. After a moment of thinking, he spoke,
"Lila, unfortunately, none of those ideas are good."
She snorted in offence, but he continued to speak,
"You and the others are welcome to try, but If the Toltramon is truly about to wake...we can do nothing."