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Death is one of the few absolute constants in the world. To most, this is a grim reminder of how fleeting time is on this earth; to others, it’s a strange sort of comfort.
To Zen, this is monotony.
Outside of the incident with the Labyrinth, there has always been a level of predictability to Zen"s work. Through consistency, Zen finds himself as a cog in a well oiled machine. But ever since his encounter with Rei and everyone else, Zen has found a sort of pride in his work and any comfort he can offer to the newly departed.
As Zen sends the last of the year"s souls off, he ends up being met with something he couldn"t have foreseen-nothing.
It"s strange and surreal, but there"s nothing but the inky darkness of the Sea of Souls surrounding him. If deaths have really stopped then, this is nothing short of a genuine miracle.
In the vast empty expanse of the afterlife, for the first time in a long time, Zen feels lonely.